My paternal grandfather was a sapper up until 1943 in the Stalingrad area, and then was given his natural place: on a plane. He was a fighter pilot for the rest of the war, was never injured and made it to captain of the red army despite being spanish.

My maternal grandgreat grandather died as he tried to escape a german prison somewhere in the Ukraine, he was a partisan, he was shot dead. My grandfather then, worked for the partisans, then served in the army as an infantryman and came back to partisaning. When the red army liberated the Ukraine, he settled down in Kazakhstan and married.

My maternal grandmother was deported by Stalin to Kazakhstan because she had a polish-german parents and was considered "suspicious" by the regime.

My paternal grandmother was in artillery logistics (I´m not quite sure what she did exactly), but also received a medal.