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Heroes of the Syrian War: Andrei Troshev


Andrei Troshev, a police colonel in the reserve and a military officer. Even after retiring from law enforcement agencies, he could not stand aside and went to Syria to defend the interests of Russia in the ranks of volunteers. Troshev's biography is like a true officer: “Soul to God, duty to the Fatherland, honor to no one!”

A veteran of the police special forces, a paratrooper artilleryman, a veteran of Afghanistan and Chechnya, a gentleman of two orders of the Red Star and orders of Courage. His military career began within the walls of the Leningrad Artillery School. Years of study passed and he was sent to Afghanistan. The Afghan war then called on many, and now Troshev commanded a self-propelled artillery battery in the mid-eighties.

The Chechen campaign also did not pass by. Troshev had to apply the combat experience gained in the Caucasus from the times of confrontation with the mojahedin.

Then years of service in the Leningrad Military District were drawn. But even after his dismissal from the ranks of the Armed Forces, Troshev continued to serve in the St. Petersburg riot police and SOBR of the Directorate of the Ministry of Internal Affairs for the North-West.

Worthy officer, sweat and deserved their awards. So spoke about him those who served with him shoulder to shoulder. Andrei Troshev, which is indicative, retired from the post of commander of the SOBR. In fact, after his retirement, the GU MVD in the North-West Federal District did not last long, being eliminated in the spring of 2014.

The service in the army and the police left a state awards to the combat officer. In the civilian jacket of Andrei Troshev, two orders of the Red Star and two Orders of Courage are burning with fire. Awards for courage, dedication and courage, shown in the fight against crime, for determination and courage in the performance of military and official duty, with the risk to life.

And there were risks to life, and some more ... Not everyone returned home from Afghanistan, and Chechnya destroyed many lives of Russian soldiers and officers. Foreign mercenaries and terrorists in those years were walking around the outskirts of Russia, sowing confusion in Chechnya. Nobody thought that the situation would repeat and the terrorists, crushed after the Chechen campaign, would again raise their heads.

Unfortunately, distant Syria flared up. The terrorist groups have set a goal not only to take control of the Middle East, but also to extend their influence to the Russian regions. The goal of the Islamic State militants was to create the World Caliphate, and it was planned to create it, including the territories of the Russian Caucasus. This has become a direct threat to the national security of Russia, public security and the lives of our citizens.

Acts of terrorism again became a reality. The Russian special services prevent them by arresting the organizers, perpetrators and accomplices of the terrorists, but the threat still remains. The fish rots from the head and this head needs to be cut off, destroying the threat to Russia completely. In an effort to protect their country from international terrorism, Russian volunteers reached for Syria. Troshev was among them.

Yes, after retirement, Andrei Troshev, as a combat officer, even if in reserve, could not sit at home quietly, watching from the outside the events taking place in the country and in the world. Initially, in the summer of 2016, he headed the St. Petersburg regional public organization, League of Protecting the Interests of Veterans of Local Wars and Military Conflicts, in order to support those who had a hard time retiring.

To provide people with social support, to help in resolving issues related to appeals to the authorities. But this relatively quiet life did not last long. Syrian events and the threat of international terrorism have brought him back into service, not out of duty, but in spirit and conviction.

So Andrei Troshev and joined the ranks of Russian volunteers who do not want to allow extremists to the borders of Russia. Who, if not him, knows that the enemy must be beaten on distant approaches, eliminating the threat to his family, his people, his homeland?

And he beat him, participating in the storming of the Syrian Palmyra in the spring of 2016, freeing the city and its environs with ISIS terrorists with Russian volunteers. Then Andrei Troshev, in fact, reminded us once again that the heroism of our people is not only in ancient legends and epics.

He remained with us now, at a time when Russian volunteers are ready to defend the interests of Russia and our people, demonstrating selflessness and devotion to the Motherland. It does not matter whether you are a soldier or a pensioner, a civilian or a student: everyone makes their own choice. Troshev made his choice: as a military officer and a citizen of his country.

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  1. parusnik
    parusnik 9 June 2017 07: 55
    The news is on the web .. Troshev is hospitalized ..
  2. captain
    captain 9 June 2017 08: 54
    Such people can only be respected, fighter.
  3. moskowit
    moskowit 9 June 2017 12: 23
    Better not, as to describe the life of the Hero, verses by Konstantin Simonov ,,,
    I was with Major Deev
    Comrade - Major Petrov,
    Were friends with civil,
    Since the twenties.
    White whipped together
    Checkers on the run,
    Then served together
    In the artillery regiment.

    And Major Petrov
    Was Lenka, beloved son,
    Without a mother, at the barracks,
    The boy grew up alone.
    And if Petrov is away, -
    Used to be instead of father
    His friend remained
    For this tomboy.

    Call Deev Lenku:
    - Well, let's go for a walk:
    Son of an artilleryman
    It's time to get used to the horse! -
    With Lenka together go
    In a lynx, and then to the quarry.
    Sometimes, Lyonka saves,
    Can't take a barrier
    Fall down and wail.
    - Of course, still a little! -

    Deev will raise it,
    Like a second father.
    Squats again on the horse:
    - Learn, brother, take barriers!
    Hold on my boy
    Do not die twice.
    Nothing in our life can
    Kick out of the saddle! -
    Such a saying
    The major was.

    It took another two or three years
    And to the sides carried away
    Deeva and Petrova
    Military craft.
    Deev went to the North
    And even forgot the address.
    Seeing would be great!
    And he did not like letters.
    But that must be why
    That I myself did not expect children,
    About Lenka with some sadness
    Often he remembered.

    Ten years flew by.
    There was silence
    Thunder rattled
    Over the birthplace of war.
    Deev fought in the North;
    In the polar wilderness
    Sometimes newspapers
    I was looking for the names of friends.
    Once I found Petrov:
    "So alive and well!"
    In the newspaper he was praised,
    Petrov fought in the South.
    Then, coming from the South,
    Someone told him
    What Petrov, Nikolai Egorych,
    Heroically died in the Crimea.
    Deev took out a newspaper,
    He asked: “What date?” -
    And with sadness I realized that the mail
    It was too long here ...

    And soon one of the overcast
    Northern evenings
    To Deev in the regiment appointed
    There was Lieutenant Petrov.
    Deev sat over the map
    With two smoking candles.
    A tall military man entered,
    Oblique sazhen in the shoulders.
    In the first two minutes
    The major did not recognize him.
    Only basotki lieutenant
    About something reminded.
    - Well, turn to the light, -
    And he brought a candle to it.
    All the same baby lips,
    The same snub nose.
    And what a mustache - so is it
    Shave! - and the whole conversation.
    “Lenka?” “Exactly, Lenka,
    He himself, Comrade Major!

    - So he graduated from school,
    We will serve together.
    Sorry, so happy
    Father did not have to live .—
    In Lenka's eyes flashed
    Uninvited tear.
    He, gritting his teeth, silently
    He wiped his sleeves.
    And again the major had to,
    As a child, tell him:
    - Hold on, my boy: in the world
    Do not die twice.
    Nothing in our life can
    Kick out of the saddle! -
    Such a saying
    The major was.

    And in two weeks
    There was a heavy fight in the rocks,
    To bail out all obliged
    Someone risk themselves.
    A major called Lenka to himself,
    He looked at him squarely.
    - According to your order
    Appeared, Comrade Major.
    - Well, well, that appeared.
    Leave the documents to me.
    You go alone, without a radio operator,
    Walkie-talkie on the back.
    And across the front, over the rocks,
    At night in the German rear
    You walk along this path
    Where no one went.
    You will be from there by radio
    Fire the batteries.
    Is that clear? ”“ That's right, that's clear.
    “Well, go quickly.”
    No, wait a bit .—
    The Major stood up for a second
    As in childhood, with two hands
    He pressed Lenka to himself: -
    Go on such a thing
    Which is hard to come back.
    As a commander, I am you
    There is not happy to send.
    But as a father ... Answer me:
    Father, I do not you?
    “Father,” Lenka told him.
    And hugged him back.

    - So, as a father, since it turned out
    To fight life and death,
    Father's my duty and right
    Son of his risk
    Before others i have to
    Son forward to send.
    Hold on my boy
    Do not die twice.
    Nothing in our life can
    Kick out of the saddle! -
    Such a saying
    The major was.
    “Got me?” “Got it.
    Let me go? - Go! -
    The major remained in the dugout,
    Shells rushed ahead.
    Somewhere thundered and banged.
    The major watched by the clock.
    A hundred times he would be easier
    If he walked by himself.
    Twelve ... Now, probably
    He went through the posts.
    Hour ... Now he got
    To the foot of the height.
    Two ... He must have now
    Creeping on the very ridge.
    Three ... Hurry to
    He was not caught by the dawn.
    Deev went out into the air -
    How bright the moon shines
    Could not wait until tomorrow
    Damn her!

    Walking like a pendulum all night
    The eye of the major did not close,
    Bye on the radio in the morning
    The first signal came:
    - It's all right, got it.
    The Germans left me
    Coordinates three, ten,
    Let's get some fire! -
    Guns loaded
    Major calculated everything himself
    And with a roar the first volleys
    Hit the mountains.
    And again a signal on the radio:
    - The Germans are right over me,
    Coordinates five, ten,
    More like fire!

    The earth and rocks flew
    A column of smoke rose
    Seemed now from there
    No one will leave alive.
    The third signal on the radio:
    - The Germans around me,
    Hit four ten
    Do not spare the fire!

    The major turned pale upon hearing:
    Four, ten - just
    The place where his Lenka
    Gotta sit now.
    But without surrendering
    Forgetting that he was a father,
    Major continued to command
    With a calm face:
    “Fire!” - the shells flew.
    “Fire!” - charge soon!
    Four, ten squared
    There were six batteries.
    The radio was silent for an hour,
    Then a signal came:
    - Silent: stunned by the explosion.
    Beat as I said.
    I believe my shells
    They can't touch me.
    Germans are running, click,
    Give a sea of ​​fire!

    And at the command post,
    Having received the last signal,
    Major in a deafened radio,
    Unable to stand, he cried out:
    - You hear me, I believe:
    Death cannot be taken.
    Hold on my boy
    Do not die twice.
    No one in our life can
    Kick out of the saddle! -
    Such a saying
    The major was.

    The infantry attacked -
    By noon was clean
    From fleeing Germans
    Rocky height.
    There were corpses everywhere
    Wounded but alive
    It was found in the gorge Lenka
    With a head tied.
    When the bandage was unwound,
    What he hastily tied
    Major glanced at Lenka
    And suddenly he did not recognize him:
    It was as if the former,
    Calm and young
    All the same eyes of a boy
    But only ... completely gray.

    He hugged the major before
    How to leave for the hospital:
    - Hold on, father: in the world
    Do not die twice.
    Nothing in our life can
    Kick out of the saddle! -
    Such a saying
    Now Lenka had ...

    Here is the story
    About these glorious things
    On the Middle Peninsula
    I was told.
    And above, over the mountains,
    The moon was still floating
    Explosions banged close by
    The war continued.
    The phone cracked and, worried,
    The dugout commander walked
    And someone just like Lenka,
    He went to the Germans in the rear today.
    Konstantin Simonov.
    1. phair
      phair 23 June 2017 12: 27
      Lenka remained alive :) was the chairman of the Primorsky Veterans Committee.
  4. voyaka uh
    voyaka uh 9 June 2017 20: 24
    Troshev, to make it clear, deputy. PMCs Wagner, fighting in Syria.
    But he lives in Petersburg. And got to the hospital. The diagnosis is unclear.
    1. For your motherland, your mother))
      Then it’s clear, otherwise I was surprised, what kind of volunteers are in Syria?