Today, September 29th, my son Nurmagomed would have turned 30. I had high hopes for him all my life, thinking I'd see him become a general, a father, a poet, a man who would lead others

Today, September 29th, my son Nurmagomed would have turned 30. I had high hopes for him all my life, thinking I'd see him become a general, a father, a poet, a man who would lead others

He became all of these things—he just didn't have time to grow old.Son, I wanted you to be happy. You were happy in your family, in the sky, in the mountains, in poetry, in your service. You chose the paratroopers, Ryazan, Syria, and then your...