On March 1 last year, Republic of Armenia Police Captain Hamlet Tadevosyan called his wife, Christine and mother Gohar to say he’d be home about 10 p.m.

The time passed and with it news that trouble had come to the streets where Captain Tadevosyan and his comrades were in a war against kinsmen, neighbors, countrymen, that would end in victory for none and death for 10.

Phone calls – more than 100 says Christine now, her eyes wet above the mourning dress the 25-year old widow she still wears – went unanswered.

As commander of 1st Infantry Batallion 1032, 31-year old Tadevosyan was in charge of 70 policemen. At home he was the father of two – Aghasi and Gohar, ages 4 and 2.

According to forensics, Hamlet Tadevosyan died from injuries from an explosive while on duty near Mashtots Boulevard and Lusavorich Street.

A year of mourning has not produced blame for the bereaved. Neither the wife nor the mother blame authorities or opposition radicals. Still: “What was my son guilty of,” asks Gohar. “I have taken care of him very well, I brought him up, and now he is not with us.”

Tadevosyan’s family does not know many things about the circumstances of Hamlet’s death. His life, though, is recalled with bitter pleasure.

“He had very nice way of speaking, and he convinced me very fast,” says Christine with a sad smile on her face, recalling how he proposed to her only a month after they’d met at a relative’s wedding.

Christine and the kids live with Hamlet’s parents, pensioners, now in the Yeghvard village of Kotayk province. The State Budget pays her about $280. The Ministry of Defense recently provided her with an apartment in the Davtashen district of Yerevan, where the family lived until Hamlet’s death.

“Now we try to renovate the apartment, because it does not have basic living conveniences,” says Christine. Mother Gohar says she and her husband try to help, and her conversation is interrupted by the sound of a baby crying in another room -- one-month old Hamlet Tadevosyan, named for his uncle.

Gohar continues, but she is crying along with the baby and for a horribly different reason: “. . . a child needs a father to be brought up, doesn’t he?”