Ramil Salimagaraev, paratrooper, Moscow:
- Afghans have a completely different attitude towards life and death. And to the war. I remember that during one of the operations the helicopter pilots took me aboard - to deliver ammunition. Flew "process" the gorge, which was infested with spirits. And from there we are also “treated” from all trunks in a black way. We shot out, go to the new corner, fly to the next gorge - and there is a man with a horse on the slope plowing the ground. Calmly as if nothing had happened. On the roar, shooting and explosions in the nearby gorge - zero attention. The usual thing, the working moment is war. I was shocked then to the ground. Then I got used to it.
Dmitry Fedorov, machine-gunner, 860 SME, resident of Kolomna:
–Under Faizabad in a battle seriously wounded one of our company, a Tatar. Lying, no signs of life. And spirits from all trunks work for us. Need to save. I tell my - ship it to me. Vzvalili. And it is heavy, a kilo per hundred. I rushed, as dry for dry. So fast I never ran again - neither before nor after. I run, looping like a hare, and they sit down for me. One of the bullets on my belt was cut in half, another shoulder strapped on my shoulder, the third flask flashed. Total "enclosed." And on the body - not a scratch. In what happens. And the Tatar did not save then. For three days, doctors conjured over him - they never took me out of a coma ... I then dreamed of this jog many times. In a cold sweat I woke up.
Sergey Sysolyatin, nurse (in Afghan - “tweezers”), city of Orsk, Orenburg region:
- At one time, spooks adapted to put anti-tank mines with a delayed explosion. The pin with the spring is placed vertically over the fuse at some distance on a weak spring. One tank drove - pin dropped. The armored troop-carrier pressed down - he sank even more. And so several times. And somewhere in the middle of the column an explosion occurs. In our column, a few units of equipment over such a mine passed. The pin pressed in and hung in a millimeter from the fuse. Or even closer. One of the fighters jumped from the board and landed his boots on this pin. It is evident that this effort was enough. Right in front of the paratrooper, the explosion gasped. He flies off to the side. I run up to him - still alive ... But I turned him all over from head to toe. I touch my nose - it remains in my hand. I pull out my tongue - to free my breath - the same. So on my hands and died, poor fellow.
Dmitry Scheglov, Orenburg:
During one and the operation in the village, they visited one of the local women. Small so dry, skinny. We sit, drink tea, talk. And the women from the female half, one after another, run to us - they bring food, tea, flat cakes. We ask him: hey baba, and how many wives do you have? Eight, says. And what does Allah allow. We fell silent. And children, I ask, how many? Bye fourteen. We choked. Here is such a cool babai then caught us. We bought a ram from him, the soup was bungled. It was the most delicious soup in my life ...
Ramil Salimgaraev, paratrooper, Moscow:
When I spirits from three slopes of the DShK scouts covered, which entered the gorge in Zelenka entered. Hit at the same time, tracer. These queues in a narrow band of green and met. There is no place left alive. Well, I think Khan boys ... And in the evening it turned out that no one had even scratched them. As it turned out, the scouts in Zelenka along the stream found some half-meter side of stones. Apparently, one of the dushmans wanted to build a house there. He began to build walls, but he never finished. Half a meter above the ground only stones were enough. But they had enough of this. They are during the shooting along the side lay - one by one, a living chain. The board all bullets at itself and accepted. So a few hours and lay until the spirits ammunition ran out. Then they got up, shook themselves off and flipped on.
I returned home after Afgan, walk through the streets, gawk at the girls. And I catch myself thinking: damn it, yes, they are almost all naked! In Afghanistan, the women in some black bags go, even the eye can not see. And then - bare knees, thin waist, elegant hangers. Not life, but a song!
Pavel Vedeshkin, scout, city of Mednogorsk, Orenburg region:
Returned from Afghanistan, flew to Tashkent. Went to the city, began to drink. Glass, the other - does not take. It can be seen that the accumulated nervous tension over the past year and a half has become so strong - even vodka does not relax. Only on the train and let go. In Samara, he gave a telegram to his mother: meet me, mommy. The train arrives in my hometown. It is worth three minutes, as expected. I get out of the last car, I look - at the other end of the platform, mom runs, looks out for me. The car, apparently, was mistaken. My legs immediately became wadded, they grew to the ground - I can't step. Mom turned around and saw me. Runs to me, stumbles, hands forward pulls. I will die - I will remember how my mother ran to me then ...
... That was such a war. Such experiences.
All "Afghans" - with the Day of the withdrawal of troops! Mark the fallen, congratulate the living. Live happily ever after!