The Lost Faces

My Grandfather's nephew Matvey. He's a cardiologist. Now he leaves in Israel.
He too fought in the War, as a medic of course. There is a nice war story about him: in the front, he was to go somewhere in a truck full of other soldiers. Suddenly he remembered he forgot his doctor's tools. He jumped from the truck and said he'll take the next one. He ran to the place where he left his things and in a minute heard a terrible blast. A shell hit the truck, there was nothing left of it but a pile of smoking metal.