Blue flame burns in the military cemetery day and night as a symbol of our burning, eternal memory. The fire burns with sharp pain, resurrecting the names of those who fought nearby and fell, knocked down by an automatic burst or a fragment of a shell, fell, hugging the land that he loved so much, the land warmed by blood and his last breath... Is it not a particle of their last warmth - in this hot eternal flame?... Mass graves. They are named for a reason: the brotherhood of people of different nationalities who fell for the liberation of the Motherland is sealed with blood. You do not need to be a historian to know the path of our troops in Moldova and the place of heavy fighting - these sad landmarks are enough: obelisks over mass graves. Alas, no, even the smartest, most correct strategy can make a war bloodless. Each, even the most modest victory is paid for by the blood of the fallen.