It has been 75 years since the explosion of the fascist shells, and the sky has calmed down. Today, abandoned, rusty weapons have become museum exhibits on the shores of Kuban, Terek, Volgograd and Sevastopol.

The war game plan is on the table.

Seyran Margaryan studies at the Armenian National University of Architecture and Construction. He is a participant of the April war. Every Armenian generation has its share of war, its share of struggle. Seyran’s grandfather, Seyran Margaryan Senior, took part in the border battles of Noyemberyan, Ijevan and Sisian as a member of the Yerkrapah volunteer […]

Grandma Yepraksia turned 111 a few days ago. She is in a flowery, shiny headscarf, and in a beautiful dress. She is leaning her head on her grandson Arthur’s shoulder and looks at my face with a smirk. Though she looks younger, I still ask.

On April 7 of this year, I came across a post in the Facebook about the parents of my colleague, Zinuzh TV program journalist Arman BAyramyan.

“Colonel, how is the spread of the new coronavirus prevented in your military unit, what additional sanitary and hygienic measures are being taken?”

Lt Col Rudik Hakobyan inherited his love and devotion to the uniform from his father, Edik Hakobyan, a senior lieutenant of the reserve, who served in the system with impeccable devotion for many years, and fought in the suicide squad during the Artsakh liberation war.