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Commander of the regiment. Part of 1. Afghanistan

Commander of the regiment. Part of 1. AfghanistanNo one in the Armed Forces of the USSR and Russia commanded a combat helicopter regiment longer than an army colonel aviation Vladimir Alekseevich Gentlemen, twelve years old. And those events that fell on the military fate of the colonel of the Lord would have been enough for several lives. On his account - 699 sorties in Afghanistan and 327 sorties - as commander of a combined helicopter regiment in Chechnya. And another plus to this, the colonel of the Lord - thirty-two visits to the emergency reactor of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant in 1986 in the first week after the accident ...

Says Colonel Vladimir Alekseevich Gentlemen:

- In March, 1969, there was a conflict with the Chinese on the border in the area of ​​Damansky Island. Until now, the names of the heroes of the border guards - Captain V.D. Bubenin, Senior Sergeant Yu.V. Babansky, Senior Lieutenant I.I. Strelnikov and Colonel D.V. Leonov, head of the border detachment. All of them were awarded the title Hero of the Soviet Union (I. I. Strelnikov and D. V. Leonov posthumously).

At that time, it made such a strong impression on me that I, a boy, caught fire and wanted to become a border guard and thought about entering a frontier school after school.

I remember that I collected materials about the heroes of the border guards, organized in our far from the border town of Voronezh a squad “Young friends of the border guards” and even wrote a letter to the legendary border guard to the Hero of the Soviet Union N.F. Karatsupe, asking him to send us his frontier cap (I still keep this cap).

And so it was fate that, being already the commander of a helicopter regiment, I was able to visit the outpost named after Lieutenant I.I. Strelnikov, idol of my boyish hopes. It was his outpost in 1969 that took the brunt of the Chinese. Interestingly, the son of I.I. Strelnikova once served as a political officer at this outpost. (During the demarcation of the border between the USSR and China in 1991, Damansky Island went to the PRC. It is now called Zhenbao-tao. - Ed.)

But after finishing school, my father said: you will be a pilot. (He himself is a military pilot who ended up serving as a squadron commander in Kamchatka).

I obeyed my father and entered the Syzran Higher Military Aviation School for Pilots. He successfully completed the 20 of October 1979 of the year with a gold medal. By this time, two months remained before the entry of Soviet troops into Afghanistan.

I had the right to choose the place of service, and I chose Hungary. At first they didn’t want to let me in there because I wasn’t married. But still the gold medal played a role. (And throughout Hungary, I was probably the only bachelor pilot.)

Hungary together with Germany, Czechoslovakia and Poland was considered the front line of our defense, therefore in the first years of the war pilots were not taken from there to Afghanistan. The first pilots of the Central Asian and Turkestan military districts flew to Afghanistan. They had flying skills in mountain-desert terrain. The command believed that the war would end quickly, so initially no replacements were planned.

Here are the first pilots in Afghanistan to be honest two years and won. And the end of the war, everything is not visible ... And in the fall of 1981, gradually had to replace those who entered Afghanistan first. But for the time being, they did not touch abroad.

Only in May, 1984, Colonel Koshelev from Moscow, the deputy head of the army aviation, came to us to Hungary. He said: “I arrived in order to select the first squadron in Hungary, which will go to Afghanistan to replace a separate 254 squadron.” This squadron was based at the airfield in Kunduz and was part of the 201-th twice Red Banner Motorized Rifle Division. Then this division was withdrawn to Tajikistan, where until now it is already serving under the name 201 of the military base. The division received the First Order of the Red Banner for the Great Patriotic War, the second - already for Afghanistan.

And in Afghanistan at that time the best pilots were selected - only the first and second class. In Hungary, the level of combat training of the pilots at that time was very high. We continuously flew, constantly participated in the exercises.

I have a very young wife; she was then only eighteen years old. In Hungary, of course, she really liked living. And here I have to constantly go on endless business trips and leave her alone ... I was very upset by all this.

It is time for the wife to give birth. As luck would have it, they send me again for a month to the next exercises. I say to the commander: “You do not send me, my wife is about to give birth”, and he: “Do not worry, go, we will do everything here ...”. But I remember that then I went to the principle and said: “No, I won't leave my wife”. He: "Yes, then we will remove you from the crew commander!". I say: "Take off, my wife is dearer." By the way, he looked into the water: he caught his wife at night, and no one would have helped her. And so, thank God, she gave birth to her daughter safely.

For three or four days, Colonel Koshelev stayed at the headquarters - he studied our personal affairs. Then the regiment commander gathered all together and said: “Comrade officers, now you will be given a list of flight and engineering staff, who were the first to receive the international duty in the Democratic Republic of Afghanistan from our 396 separate Guards Volgograd Order of the Red Star ". And everyone froze ... My name was called immediately. The first name of the flight captain M.I. Abdiev, and then - the senior pilot of the captain of the Lord ... So no illusions! ..

We were already assembled separately and said that they would not be sent to Afgan until we received apartments in the Union. In the Odessa military district there was the Rauhovka airfield, where the construction of a five-storey building should have already ended, in which we were to receive the promised apartments. And only after receiving the apartments and retraining for new equipment - helicopters MI-8MT - we will go to Afghanistan.

We put the things in containers, and sent them by train to Rauhovka. Together with their wives and children, they flew to Odessa near a military plane. But in Rauhovka we were told that, although the house was built, it was not accepted by the state commission. It is understandable. Who built something? Military construction battalion ... As a result, the perimeter of the foundation of the house was less than the perimeter of the roof.

We gave three days of vacation so that we could find a place to live in the village. The entire garrison Rauhivka - a few five-story houses, and around the private sector. I found some kind of house. Grandmother, the mistress of the house, says to me: “There is no place in the house itself. Take a barn if you want. ”

The first night my wife and child slept in the barn. I was also lucky that it was the end of May. Ukraine ... The gardens are blooming, apricot cherries ... But the daughter is still quite small - a year and a half. Therefore, I sent her and my wife out of this beauty to my parents in Minsk. He himself received the container, unloaded it in the shed. It remained only to wait, when they give the promised apartment.

Almost immediately we were sent to the Center for Combat Training and Retraining of the flight personnel of army aviation in the city of Torzhok near Kalinin. We finished a month and returned to our Rauhovka. Apartments so no one got! There are big locks on that house, and there is no decision by the state commission. The situation is stalemate: it is clear that no one will rebuild the house, but no one is going to accept it either. Two weeks remained before being sent to Afghanistan.

We are told: “You go to Afghanistan. And we, as soon as we resolve the problems with the house, will relocate your families there. ” We started asking questions: “How will you drag things? But whoever has been laid out all over the village ... ”. In short, again - a hopeless situation.

All this is over история very simple. The most active of us have decided: shoot down the locks and settle in according to the decision already made by the housing commission. So we did. I took a two-room apartment. I even remember the address: house fifty-five, apartment five. I moved things there, and after that we almost immediately flew to Kagan (this airfield on the border with Afghanistan).

In those (as it turned out now) good times before being sent to Afghanistan, all the pilots underwent more mountain training. It was necessary to adapt in the flight sense. But it turned out that not only for this: the change of water and climate made everyone feel bad with the stomach. At first, we didn’t leave the toilet more than half a meter. The man coughed, immediately ran to the toilet and ... did not run. The only salvation was a decoction of camel thorn. In the tank of the field kitchen, he was brewed on the entire squadron and somehow held on.

We worked with very experienced instructors - pilots who entered Afghanistan in the 1979 year and flew there for two years. They gave us their own combat experience. For example, helicopter pilots have such a thing: keep the ball in the center. The point is this: on the control panel is a device called the artificial horizon. He has a ball at the bottom, which, depending on the trajectory of the helicopter moves. According to the usual instructions, the pilot should strive to keep this ball in the center - then the helicopter flies without sliding, exactly. But they explained to us that when the ball is not in the center and the helicopter moves unpredictably in a horizontal plane, to get into it from the ground from the rifle weapons more difficult. So that is why we flew in Afghanistan contrary to the instructions - with the ball anywhere, just not in the center.

It is now young pilots can perform complex aerobatics, almost dead loops in a helicopter twist. In the Soviet Union there was another system: you had to fly quietly, calmly, without large rolls and pitch angles (pitch angle - the angle between the longitudinal axis of the aircraft and the horizontal plane. - Ed.). And if you break it - they punished hard. And here we are told that the attack must be made with a pitch of twenty-five degrees. For MI-8 this angle is very large. After all, this MI-24 is shaped like an awl; its case air resistance is much lower than that of MI-8. But the greater the dive angle, the more accurate the missiles hit the target and the harder it is to hit you from the ground. Therefore, you move the handle from yourself to failure - and forward ...

In Kunduz, we flew 1 September 1984 of the year on an AN-12 transport plane. Open the door, take a step and ... as if entered the steam room! Heat - under fifty in the shade.

Our squadron was part of the 201 division. Commanded a division at the time, Major General Shapovalov. We usually worked with the division intelligence service. On the very first day, each of us was assigned to an instructor from the pilots whom we had to replace. The crew commander, instructor, sits on the left seat, you - on the right. And he shows you what's what, and - during the execution of a real combat mission. But you just sit and look at this flight. Right pilots have a saying: “Our cause is right - do not bother the left. Hands together, legs together, a salary of two hundred. " (Hands and feet do not touch the controls of the helicopter. The official salary of the right pilot at that time was two hundred rubles - Ed.).

I will never forget the first flight in Afghanistan. The situation was as follows: MI-24 "beat" a caravan in the foothills. Our task was seemingly simple - pick up trophies. We fly up, the picture is awful: dead camels are lying around, puddles of blood are all around ... But by this time the battle was not over. The “spirits” abandoned the weapons they were carrying and began to scatter over the dunes. They were beaten by four MI-24 and two MI-8. This is a terrible force, so the dushman even had no thoughts to shoot back. The MI-24 pilots tell us: “Guys, help! .. And then they, like cockroaches, scatter in different directions, you will not follow all of them”. To the machine gun then sat the crew. And still the picture stands before the eyes: the “spirit” is crawling on the sand dune, and the flight engineer of his machine gun is laying before our eyes. The sensations were, to put it mildly, not the most pleasant. For the first time, people were killing me right in front of my eyes.

I also immediately saw how they sit down in Afghanistan. According to the rules, you need to hover above the ground and only after that sit down. But if you do this, then with screws you will lift such a century-old dust that you will not see anything for a long time. Therefore, the helicopter flopped at speed, overtaking the dust. And this yellow cloud immediately covered us, the dust from the screws rose mad ... The picture turned out to be even more scary: the left-to-right not only dead camels, but also people lying around ... Marines landed from the sides and went to collect trophies and prisoners. Some "spirits" from the camels ran - they were immediately put out of the machine guns ...

In Afghanistan, there was something that did not exist later in Chechnya. In Chechnya, in order to open fire, it was necessary to request "good" from the CBU (Center for Combat Control. - Ed.). And in Afghanistan, the commander of the crew or the leading pair made the decision to open fire. If you are working from the ground or you see that people on the ground are carrying weapons, then you don’t need to ask anyone, but you can shoot. In Chechnya, it came to the point of absurdity: they are shooting at you, you are requesting the CBU. And there they say: “We will now see on the map what the gang is. And then we will make a decision. ” You say: "Because they work for me! ..". Answer: "Go away." And you leave with a full load of ammunition, because the "land" forbids you to work.

So from the first flight, where I served as the “exported” pilot, I still had very strong impressions. I think: “Wow. This is only the first day. And if so it will be a whole year? .. ”. And so it was, but not a whole year, but almost one and a half. For the sake of truth, I must say that there have been easier days.

The fact that this is really a war, I finally realized after a month and a half of stay in Afghanistan. I remember it was 16 October 1984 of the year. A helicopter was shot down before my eyes. On board, in addition to the crew, there were twelve paratroopers. I then saw the helicopter crash, how it collapses from a blow to the ground ...

Then at the same time seven MI-8 helicopters flew. I walked alone, without a pair, the most extreme, closing. Usually extreme and knocked down. So, by all laws, it was me who was to be shot down this time. But they shot down a helicopter in front of me.

We were supposed to land on the landing in Central Baghlan. It is green in the foothills. This place was a real gangster wasp nest. According to the plan, even before the landing on the site, the “rooks” had to work out (SU-25 attack aircraft. - Ed.). And only after them MI-24 should have suppressed what was left after the work of SU-25. And then, with our MI-8, we had to land the troops on the treated site.

But from the very beginning everything went awry. The Rooks didn’t come because there was no weather. Our commander decides: to go without the Su-25 attack aircraft under the cover of only two pairs of MI-24. At one of them, ahead of the whole group, he had to go himself. A pair of MI-24 starts, and here it’s not even at the comtesque itself, but his slave is denied generators. Well, okay, your slave cannot take off, so go alone - we are not going to air combat: we can go without a slave! Moreover, the comasca is not one, but with us. But he reports to the flight director: “My slave aircraft has a failure, so the whole pair remains. Abdiev will lead the group. ”

The second pair of MI-24 taxiing into the lane and also reports a refusal. I do not remember now what exactly they had, like the autopilot refused. This is a minor breakdown. According to the instructions, of course, they were not supposed to fly. But in reality, with such failures, of course, they flew. Without autopilot is difficult, but you can fly. You just need to perform double actions by the controls of the helicopter. The main thing that worked engines, gearbox, hydraulic system - and then the helicopter is controlled. Without everything else, by and large, you can fly.

The second pair of MI-24 reports to the komeske, which has already moved to the control center: “We have equipment failure. Allow me to taxi? " He: "Taxied." And the second pair of MI-24 also taxed into the parking lot.

It turned out that SU-25 did not work and MI-24 - our cover - remained at the airfield. Of course, the komeska should have told us: “Guys, then taxi to the parking lot too. We will troubleshoot at MI-24 or wait for the weather when SU-25 can approach. And then we will go to the landing. ”

I have no right to condemn the actions of the commander now. I know one thing - we shouldn't have flown without cover. But the commander decided otherwise ...

Captain M.I. Abdiyev, who was identified as a senior, asks the commander: "So we go without twenty-two-quarters? ..". Comesque: "Go." Abdiyev: “Got it. Perform a control hover, take off in pairs. "

I went first pair, second, third, and I am the last one. We flew at a height of only a few hundred meters. We approach the area of ​​landing. And then we worked for us - most likely, from small arms. MANPADS launch was not, no one saw him. A pair of Romanenko – Ryakhin walked in front of me, I followed them two hundred meters away, the last one. I see: at Zhenya Ryakhin, yellow smoke came out from under the helicopter. He lowered his nose and almost immediately drove into the mountain. Together with the crew on board were paratroopers: the commander of the company, one sergeant and ten soldiers. And the crew: the commander is captain E.V. Ryakhin, navigator - captain A.I. Zakharov and flight engineer - Lieutenant V.M. Ostroderhov.

Then for the first time in my life I saw a helicopter explode. He collided with the earth and began to simply crumble, fall apart. Then a bright fiery flash! - it exploded fuel. It was evident that people were flying in different directions, parts of the helicopter ... The picture is unreal, it seems that you see all this in a scary movie.

I report to the host: "Four hundred and thirty-eighth fell." He: "How did you fall?!.". I: "Fell, exploded ...". The leader of the group gives me the command: “Go in, see if there are any living.” I podgasil speed and began to turn around (by this time I was flying past the crash site). Freeze ... The picture is terrible: the bodies are disfigured, their clothes are on fire, the whole destroyed helicopter is also on fire. I accelerate speed and report to the commander: I looked at the place, there was no one to save, the helicopter exploded, everyone died.

I hear on the radio station, as a comtester, with a steel voice, reporting to the senior commander: “Two zeros one, I have one combat loss”. Then everyone who was in the air thought: “And where is the cover, commander ...”.

For comparison, it is necessary here to recall that before this commanding squadron was commanded by Lieutenant Colonel E.N. Zelnyakov. Everywhere he flew, where it was necessary and where it was not necessary, and the squadron dragged behind him. It seemed as if he was seeking death for himself. But he did not find death, and became the first commander of a separate squadron in Afghanistan, who received the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.

After the report of the comtesque komdivu we are given the command to turn around and go to the airfield. A search and rescue helicopter immediately took off and brought the dead. More precisely, what was left of them ...

If everything went according to plan, it is unlikely that “spirits” in such a situation would have fired. To the landing site was about three kilometers. Of course, SU-25 in this place - on the route - would not help us. But with us would go two pairs of MI-24 - right and left. They are almost not knocked out of a machine gun, because they are armored from all sides. Plus, the "spirits" knew perfectly well the difference in the firepower of MI-8 and MI-24. The latter has a gun, a machine gun, and guided and unguided rockets.

On the MI-8, too, sometimes they put armored plates that covered the crew. But the plates were thin, and did not save from bullets.

Practice has shown: if the column MI-8 goes under the cover of MI-24, then only a suicide can work on the column. At the slightest fire impact from the ground, MI-24 turns around and extinguishes everything with a hundred percent probability. And when we come to the landing place, the twenty-fours overtake us and begin to process the area where the landing party is to land. Then they stand in a circle, and we land. If even at this moment someone from the "spirits" leaned out, twenty-four quenched them with no options.

In those days, the work of big bosses was evaluated by trophies and by the number of dead. If you have passed a certain number of machine guns, machine guns, "drills" and there are no dead, this is the result. And if there are dead - all previous results are smeared. And then in one day in the division killed fifteen people. The commander of the 40 Army, Lieutenant-General Generalov, flew in. They called me to headquarters, where all the authorities gathered, and for a long time they tortured me; what did I see: were they shot from the ground or were they not shot? There was a version that the cause of the fall could be the failure of aircraft. Or on board someone indulged with weapons and accidentally killed the crew commander. Or by chance a grenade exploded. Such cases were before and after. A soldier sits, worries before disembarking, snaps a shutter or in such a state the ring of a grenade can be pulled out. Then it was taken into account, and when one helicopter fell because of this, they ordered to disconnect the shops before boarding the helicopter in order to exclude a spontaneous shot. Although put yourself in the place of a fighter, who is about to be landed on the platform, where they will immediately start shooting at him?!. Well, who will keep the store here? So in reality, no one disconnected the store, and the cartridge was in the chamber.

The commission has gone through many versions. The aviation authorities tried to prove that the helicopter was not shot down. Because if a helicopter is shot down, then the senior aviation chief must be held accountable for having been allowed to go without an attack platform to the ground and without being covered by MI-24.

But then from the words of the commander, I realized that it was still more profitable for them to show that the helicopter was shot down by fire from the ground. The commander said: unequivocally there was opposition from small arms from the ground. Once the smoke went from the bottom, it means the bullets hit the tanks.

If someone says that he was not afraid of the war - do not believe it. Everybody is afraid. I, of course, was also very scared. And I also really wanted to live. I was only twenty-six years old. The wife is at home, the daughter is small ... But you can be afraid in different ways. Someone is afraid, but it does it, because it is embarrassing in front of his comrades. And someone is afraid and runs to the doctor and there says that he has a headache today. The doctor in this case is simply obliged to remove the pilot from flying. And to check in the field, without equipment, whether someone really hurts his head or not, it is impossible. But in fact, everyone understood that he was not sick at all. We saw: he, like everyone and we all, eats, sleeps, drinks ... And as a flight - he fell ill ... In general, a real pilot, even if he is really sick, will still tell the doctor that he has no complaints, but instead to the commander and asks: "You do not plan me, I am sick." But if you are already in the planning table, then to tell the doctor that you have complaints, this is clearly not in flight. We did not respect those.

After this tragedy, we realized that everything could be. After all, before the flight, Zhenya Ryakhin and I sat in the dining room nearby. And he lived next to me in the next room. Yes, and in Rauhovka apartments we were on the same landing.

After such situations, you had to come to your senses, relax. But the trouble was that with alcohol in Afghanistan it was very difficult. They did not sell vodka in the Voentorg, it was only possible to buy it from their own, who constantly flew to the Union, had no conscience and made money in the war. A bottle of vodka from these "businessmen" cost forty checks. And junior officers — from lieutenant to captain — received two hundred and sixty-seven checks a month. It is easy to count that for a monthly salary it was possible only to drink six times - and you are free ... From money.

So the first time we did not drink alcohol. But my follower, Misha Strykov, was a simple Soviet guy, sophisticated in life experience. He knew how to make moonshine. He says: “Guys, I need sugar. I will find the yeast in the flight cafeteria, and then all of you tell me thanks. ”

They gave us tea in the morning and in the evening. Two or three pieces of sugar are put in for tea. We sat in the dining room, we usually like this: the presenter with his navigator and the follower with the navigator. That is four at the table. Misha takes this plate with sugar and pours sugar into the bag. We told him: “Misha, well, give at least a piece, sugar have not eaten for a long time ...”. Misha did not give us anything, only said: “Guys, then say thanks.” So we have not seen sugar for more than a month.

Misha collected and collected sugar, eventually gained several kilograms. I myself grew up in an urban intelligent family, so I very vaguely imagined how home brew was made. And the economic Misha found a tank of forty liters, poured forty liters of boiled water there, put sugar and two hundred grams of yeast. All this got mixed up, and we began to wait ... This brag was standing for seven days. Buck is about to come. And then, unfortunately, we need to fly to Bagram for operation! Misha for some reason, I don’t remember now, he didn’t fly to Bagram ...

We return in two days. Immediately we ran to the cherished tank and we see that only a little, as they say in Ukraine, “mulyaks” remained at the bottom. It turns out that when we flew away, Misha gathered from the whole regiment all his classmates, who for some reason also did not fly away. And in two days they drank all forty liters. We say to Misha: “We have not eaten sugar for a whole month ...”. Misha justifies himself: “Do not worry, I will get some sugar, we will supply a new tank ...”.

Our production of moonshine successfully operated until May 17 1985. By that time, my tank was in every room. But Gorbachev, God forbid his health, signed a decree on the fight against drunkenness and alcoholism. And our regiment commander went through the rooms with a pistol and personally shot all the tanks.

And there was a lot of alcohol in the squadron. After all, on each helicopter there was a so-called “Spanish flu” (it was so jokingly called because it is hot, like a Spanish woman) or, if in a different way, “linden”. Officially, according to the documents, this device was called L-166. At the first letter he was called "lime". It was the most effective remedy against man-portable air defense systems. MANPADS rocket through the homing head goes to the heat emitted by engines. Essentially, it is a stove that stands on a rotating platform in the tail of the helicopter behind the gearbox. Around the stove - glass reflectors. After takeoff, you turn it on, and it creates a rotating infrared field around the helicopter. The temperature of this field is greater than that of the engine.

I have repeatedly seen "lime" in action. The “rare” launch (the Redeye portable anti-aircraft missile system was widely used by dushmans in the middle of the 80-s. - Ed.) Is clearly visible from a helicopter. For me personally, they did not shoot even once. But once fired a rocket on the leading of our group. The rocket itself flies for only three or four seconds, a specific violet trail drags behind it. And I managed to notice how the rocket suddenly spun-spun-spun ... She flew off somewhere to the side and self-destructed.

In order for the “linden” to work properly, every day before leaving the glass she had to wipe with alcohol. And it was to this business that a very large amount was written off. It is clear that in fact no one rubbed us with alcohol. We technicians asked: "Why do not wipe?". They: "And the komeska alcohol does not give!".

In the squadron it was necessary to hold a party meeting every month. I was the secretary of the party bureau. The agenda, for example, is this: a personal example of the Communists in the performance of combat missions. And here we have some of the pilots drank too much, and he began to pull up on a personal matter. For those times, such a turn of events for him could have resulted in very serious problems. He realized that he needed to somehow get out, and said: “Yes, you should not educate me here! It would be better to call the squadron commander. Let him report where our alcohol goes. "Limes" are not wiped, preliminary preparation for departure from helicopters is not performed ... ".

All the other communists here also reared up: “Gentlemen, write down in the protocol that we insist that the alcohol be shared honestly! Otherwise we will not fly! After all, helicopters are not serviced as expected. Go, tell the commander the decision of our party meeting. "

Komaska ​​did not attend party meetings. I go to him. Knock, knock. Asks: "What is it?". I: "Comrade Commander, allow me to report the decision of the party meeting." He: “What are you doing? I never reported, but here I came ... ". I: “The decision was made unanimously. Communists insist on sharing alcohol honestly. ” He: "And how much do you need?". I: "Well, twenty liters ...". He: "And how many do not you?!.". I: “Comrade Commander, we write off alcohol. Every day in the logbook we sign that so much and so much alcohol was used. ” He: “Well, if the party meeting made such a decision, then where should I go. I'm a communist too. ” Signs the application and says: "Go, get."

I take the canister, accompanying, so that the infantry does not take away the alcohol. And in such a small column we go together to the fuel and lubricants warehouse (warehouse of fuel and lubricants. - Ed.). I say to the head of the fuel service, senior lieutenant, "Commander told you to pour twenty liters of alcohol to us by decision of the party meeting." He looked and said: “No, I’m not pouring this paper.” I: "See, the commander signed?". He: "No, I will not pour". It turns out that the commander in the signature had a dot under the last letter. If the point is, then everything is fine, the document is to be executed. And if there is no point, then it is clear that he wrote under duress. So Starley us nothing poured.

Coming back. The commander, reluctantly, finally put an end to it. In the squadron, we had five units, in each - the party group, which was headed by a patgrupporg. I bring twenty liters, I call party organizers. They came with three-liter banks. We just started to share the alcohol - the Komsomol members appeared: “What about us? ..”. We did not demand from them the decision of the Komsomol meeting, just poured. And from that time on, the squadron began to share alcohol in an honest way.

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  1. EvgNik
    EvgNik 23 December 2016 07: 11
    A simple, honest story about how it was. Thank you, Sergey.
  2. Alex_B
    Alex_B 23 December 2016 07: 23
    hi Thanks for the real life story. The summers did a great job there and saved many lives! But Baghlan green is really big, I was there when Kunduz was brought to the Union!
  3. parusnik
    parusnik 23 December 2016 07: 54
    A good, honest story, as it was .. Thank you, we are waiting for the continuation ..
  4. Reptiloid
    Reptiloid 23 December 2016 08: 00
    This story made a very strong impression on me.
  5. pts-m
    pts-m 23 December 2016 13: 15
    It’s an excellent story, it’s interesting to read, and you immediately compare your service. But most importantly, we secured the decoction of the camel thorn with “chishmy”, which is reminiscent of “fruit-beneficial”, and those who didn’t drink all went through Botkin’s disease and went to dmb a little earlier than those who drank alcohol.
  6. serezhasoldatow
    serezhasoldatow 23 December 2016 14: 35
    Very sincere. When the exercises on Apuk were provided, near Kerch, ours were given the MI-24 squadron, which flew from Afghanistan for routine maintenance to Odessa. I confirm-ALCOHOL SHARE DIVIDED EVERYTHING, we were also considered.
  7. AlexVas44
    AlexVas44 23 December 2016 15: 47
    The story is fascinating. But here about the bachelor pilots in Hungary, escorting a can of alcohol so that the infantry would not take away - this, I think, is a red word.
  8. iz odessy
    iz odessy 23 December 2016 21: 56
    our, after us, was replaced by the future colonel
  9. Self-propelled gunner
    Self-propelled gunner 17 March 2017 21: 14
    Many thanks to our Afghan helicopter pilots! They flew like gods! Saved, often covering us. Kharchi tossed into the mountains, etc. Once again, a deep bow.