Their service is usually not visible. People learn about it later, when they see the results. They are in the rear, but everyone needs them. Who will stop the enemy’s offensive? Who will destroy a fortified firing point or an enemy tank? They are artillerymen—gods of war. Ivan Nekrasov, an ordinary young man of eighteen, lives in a provincial town. It’s June 1941. Ivan goes to the front, but first ends up in artillery training courses. After a few months, charging a heavy howitzer, Nekrasov finally finds himself at the front. Ahead are harsh years of war, hard work, and dangerous trials. And most of all, Ivan isn’t local—he’s a man from the twenty-first century. What should he do? Questions are many, but the answer for Ivan is obvious: to fight. To fight so that you won’t be ashamed to look your ancestors in the eyes—the ones you find yourself beside.