VICTORIOUS MAY

My father was one of the millions of people, tens of thousands Armenians who forged the victory… Each year I put flowers on his grave. However, the last 15 years being in foreign land I have no possibility to fulfill my filial duty. I wrote a few lines in my father’s memory – Virab Haroutyunyan, who was at War for 5 years and returned with victory.

My father grew as an orphan, in hunger. From the War returned heavily wounded, but not defeated. He got married the second time, had 4 sons and became the only continuer of the great family. He was not crushed with indigence, misfortune, war, he stayed as an invincible Soldier.