Military Review

Sweat saves blood

Why do we love the Middle Ages? For the incredible clarity of language these days. For the principles. For the foundation of civilization, on which the modern metropolis of glass and concrete is based.

Guns - the last argument of kings. That was the position of the old diplomacy. After the guns of any caliber started talking, diplomats from European countries combed their wigs and went from royal receptions and parliamentary offices to coffee shops on the embankment to discuss the prices of imported tobacco and spy on their own country. Russian military ambassadors in Turkey were invited to sit in a large and beautiful prison tower. When Victoria, the Goddess of Victory, took the side of the Russian regiments, the Turks sent a strike ration to the arrested ambassadors, took walks around the city and sent air kisses through the bars. And when they called for the exit with things, it means that things were moving towards the world.

Again in the Donbass thunder sound of guns. This war is like a medieval confrontation. Somewhere besieged the city, somewhere they are trying to close the canal to prevent unruly access to the water. Dead metal is strewn earth, bringing destruction and death. The kings are silent, the Russian ambassador in Kiev is still Zurabov, apparently in prison, for he is not heard of and he himself is not visible. The guns say, and politicians and businessmen sit in the St. Petersburg coffee houses of the economic summit and rub a penny about half a penny, earning their three yuan. In the modern world it will be even more important than disputes about the dogma of faith between Protestants and Catholics.

Looking through the open statistics of the republics of Donbass, you suddenly find out that there is practically no local pharmaceuticals, and own production of medicines takes up about three percent of the market. Wait a minute, dear comrades, just a minute. The whole world belongs to the global chemical corporations, only small areas of the earth's crust are practically not controlled by them. It is a good case to negotiate in St. Petersburg coffee shop on the supply of generics by weight with North Koreans, Vietnamese, Hindus, Cubans. Pack them somewhere in the hangar from the roofing iron (packing machines are marvelous as inexpensive) and provide cheap medicine to their citizens and localities temporarily occupied by the Armed Forces of Ukraine. You can, using your independent status, lure some arrogant exotic tobacco company to your market by promising a monstrous one: not to print scary pictures on the packs and allow to place ads. And taxes to tear at the bar established by the apostles - tithe. It is possible to twist tsibarka themselves, it’s not tricky, but profitable. Of course, a terrible liberal howl about tobacco blight for the population will rise, but a bucket of mud to the republic is more, a bucket is less ... Money is always needed for war.

Another medieval truth to the occasion.

Sweat saves blood. Ten meters of a trench are better than a meter of a grave, ancient sappers who knew a lot about digging and minefields spoke. During the years of the Russian-Turkish war of 18, Count Potemkin did not dare to attack Ochakov for a long time because of the abundance of minefields arranged by French officers. Long or short, in Paris, they managed to buy a map of Turkish minefields for big money, and things went smoothly.

Looking at the sapper fortifications of the Donbass confrontation on both sides, sometimes you fall into a quiet tantrum. It feels like there was no military world stories, and everything fell suddenly to the pit archaeological culture.

Count Potemkin was a bit easier for the sapper than the generals of the republics of Donbass. The soldier of the times of Suvorov was mainly from the village, accustomed to heavy physical labor. Digging the ground, carrying it on one's own shoulders in large baskets from the digging was a matter of habitual and mundane. Chopping trees, digging up the pillars was considered fun. No one checked his instagram on combat positions every minute.

The Russian warrior people, who won great victories at the cost of tremendous efforts, were somewhat different than the current fighters. In the first world and civil wars, the fighters were for the most part peasants, feeding on black bread and water from a puddle. They had to sleep in the snow and drown in the mud of the trenches. Lice, the constant companions of soldiers of those years, were the size of a sparrow. World War II was a war of stokers, miners, sailors, metallurgists and tractor drivers, people also associated with active, hard physical labor. Lice were already struggling with fierce enemies.

After World War II, new technologies came to life and people changed with technology. Let's look at shipping for example. In 1957, new staffing tables were developed for cargo ships of close capacity. Steamships “Leningrad” - 8000 tons, “Chulym” - 2600 tons, the motor ship “Saltykov Shchedrin” - 2700 tons, diesel tanker “Kazbek” - 10300 tons, diesel-electric ship “Lena” - 6100 tons.

Captain, navigator, radio operator, mechanics - these specialties were represented equally on all ships. The number of sailors was also very close and ranged from 8 to 11, on average 10 sailors per ship. Further interesting: there were no electricians on the steamers at all, but there were already three of them on the diesel-electric ship. The motorists (machinists) on the steamers had a 5 shower, and on a diesel tanker 12! There were 12 firemen on Chulym, and there were no X-boats on the motor ship, tanker or diesel-electric ship at all. But the electricians on these ships were 6, 12 and 10 people.

The stoker, who could shift a shovel at the firebox, was replaced by a puny electrician with pliers and a skein of multicolored wiring. The same thing happened on the railway. The stoker was replaced by an electrician-intellectual. And with the massive transfer of boilers to gas fuel, the stokers died out like dinosaurs. I hope everyone imagines the difference in weight categories and muscles.

The number of stokers depended on the number of boilers and furnaces, on the type of fuel. Each working boiler was relied on by one first-class stoker and up to eight posts of second-class stokers on vessels with three or more working boilers. And four more posts of the fireman. And there were also senior firemen! It was in which case who will dig the ground. The republics are lucky that a large number of militiamen are miners, people accustomed to work. The miner is by nature very peace-loving and meek, his every descent into the mine is dangerous: the injuries and the deadly risk are constant. In order for a miner to start a war, something very serious must happen that directly affects his family.

A system administrator with scoliosis and wearing glasses does not dig much. The taxi driver, too, quickly tired of the shovel and scrap. And therefore, we need engineering vehicles in sufficient quantity for the defense, we need construction equipment and professional builders. Defense in the endless nightmare of war solves a lot.

In February 1915, the French organized an offensive in Champagne. Having lost 50000 people, they advanced only 460 meters into the depths of the German front. Machine guns, automatic weapon, properly arranged obstacles - as a result of today's unacceptable sacrifices with near zero results.

The Middle Ages returned a helmet to a soldier in the 20 century. A helmet that was completely rejected in the 18 and 19 century. Shakos, tricorns, various caps and caps - all this flew off to hell with the establishment of a positional war. (You should talk about a helmet on a positional war separately). The statistics of the 20 wars of the century are ruthless, and the officers' requirement must be rigorous - I climbed into the trench, stepped into the checkpoint - put on a hard hat. This will save not one hot head.

Another gift from the Middle Ages, effective and affordable for the manufacture of any artel of metal products - anti-personnel spikes. From Byzantine times they were used against cavalry, and in the twentieth century they returned. Poured them on country roads and highways and spoiled a lot of car tires.

Sweat saves blood“Soon I lost direction, got into the funnel of the projectile and heard the voices of the English, who worked in his trench. Having disturbed their rest with a pair of grenades, I quickly disappeared into my trench, stumbling into my hand at the sticking out thorn of one of our glorious traps. They consisted of four iron blades, one of which I ran into. We put them on rat paths ”(E. Jünger“ In steel thunderstorms ”).

No need to smile crookedly and twist a finger to his temple. Under the conditions of an unpopular civil war, getting a light wound with such an exotic weapon with a conscript of a Ukrainian Armed Forces is more humane or pragmatic than tearing it into pieces with a projectile. Wounded, injury gives a chance to legally leave the front line, get to the rear for treatment and not incur criminal prosecution. And then gently otkosit from the front, as a person who has already been there and wounded. We are for humanism, for all good and against all bad.

And finally, another medieval: God help you, and do not be bad yourself.
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  1. svp67
    svp67 4 June 2018 05: 10
    The kings are silent, the Russian ambassador in Kiev is still - Zurabov, apparently, is imprisoned, because he is not heard about and he is not visible.
    In what year is it written? Since 2016 there is NO OUR AMBASSADOR. Zurabov was recalled, and Ukraine does not give permission to appoint a new one.
    1. Same lech
      Same lech 4 June 2018 05: 19
      and Ukraine does not give permission to appoint a new one.

      And whether he is needed there now ... in this madhouse it is difficult to be a normal person.
      1. The comment was deleted.
      2. ver_
        ver_ 4 June 2018 17: 16
        ... the campaign now any issue related to the ancient Ukrainians is becoming indecently smelly and insoluble ..
      3. IS-80_RVGK2
        IS-80_RVGK2 5 June 2018 14: 09
        And if you are already Zurabov, then completely write is gone.
    2. Snail N9
      Snail N9 4 June 2018 08: 10
      In what year is it written?

      In the Middle Ages .... in the same place, the article states ... recourse
      1. cost
        cost 4 June 2018 20: 02
        Count Potemkin was a little safer

        A lot !!! Because by that time he was already the brightest prince laughing
  2. tasha
    tasha 4 June 2018 05: 23
    Why do we love the Middle Ages? For the incredible clarity of formulations these days. For the principles.

    We do not love the Middle Ages. Not a pretty girl, why love something ...
    Well, the chaotic article ...
    1. 210ox
      210ox 4 June 2018 06: 53
      The article raised several issues related to the war .. Hard workers fight, bespectacled people flee from it like devils, business profits. And people die .. And the wait and see attitude of Moscow ..
      Quote: tasha
      Why do we love the Middle Ages? For the incredible clarity of formulations these days. For the principles.

      We do not love the Middle Ages. Not a pretty girl, why love something ...
      Well, the chaotic article ...
  3. Vard
    Vard 4 June 2018 05: 51
    A magnificent presentation of what we are all silent about and afraid to say ... How are there gentlemen ... You are animals ...
    1. Same lech
      Same lech 4 June 2018 06: 48
      A magnificent presentation of what we are all silent about and afraid to say ...

      what And what is the essence of the article then ... what is the moral of the above ?.
  4. rotmistr60
    rotmistr60 4 June 2018 06: 11
    Horses mixed up in a heap, people ... From the Middle Ages to minefields, from them to stokers, and then how it goes. What are you talking about? And, by the way, they wrote correctly above - where are Zurabov and where is Ukraine.
    ANCIENT 4 June 2018 06: 16
    We ourselves have our own pharmaceuticals like a lame horse, for the most part, but basically the medicine is “small from there!” And the republics with finances are not very, and the Europeans will not change the medicine to coal, for example! !!
    1. Normal ok
      Normal ok 4 June 2018 20: 12
      Quote: ANCIENT
      We ourselves have our own pharmaceuticals like a lame horse, for the most part, but basically the medicine is “small from there!” And the republics with finances are not very, and the Europeans will not change the medicine to coal, for example! !!

      In Lugansk, before the war, was one of the largest Ukrainian pharmaceutical plants. What are they doing there now? And do they do it at all?
  6. Key 32
    Key 32 4 June 2018 06: 48
    Could you tell me more about the 18th-century minefields? Execution of mines, type of fuse ..
  7. gaura
    gaura 4 June 2018 06: 48
    We have fewer stokers ... So the world has changed, and wars have changed. Now it is necessary not only to dig trenches, but also to launch drones, and even to plant enemy ones. Exactly what the era of war with losses in 50 000 have passed. It’s scary to imagine a whole city of one male population perishing! Now the era of precision warfare has come, and for this, intellectuals without muscles, but with brains are needed
    1. Same lech
      Same lech 4 June 2018 07: 09
      Now the era of precision warfare has come, and for this, intellectuals without muscles, but with brains are needed

      On like Babchenko ... alone he harmed the Kiev regime more than a division of militias.
    2. Lopatov
      Lopatov 4 June 2018 07: 11
      Quote: gaura
      Now the era of precision warfare has come, and for this, intellectuals without muscles, but with brains are needed

      And who will dig the trenches and carry highly intelligent ammunition? 8)))

      In general, modern warfare requires fighters of much higher physical fitness. Compare the weight that the infantryman of the world's most high-tech army, the Tsakhal and some ordinary Soviet motorized rifle in the 60-70s, was forced to carry on himself. Or compare the "infantry anti-tank", ATGM and ATGM. The latter is forced to drag more and leave the place of the shot much, much faster.
      1. gaura
        gaura 4 June 2018 08: 45
        I agree with you. But you must admit that the Suvorov ambal grenadier in a modern war would now mean less than a dead electrician. In the Russo-Japanese War, the Japanese had almost 100 percent literacy, while on the contrary, we could have 10% literate. And the result is known. Yes, the Japanese raked a lot, but the same Tsushima shows their superiority
        1. Lopatov
          Lopatov 4 June 2018 10: 20
          Quote: gaura
          Suvorov’s ambal grenadier in a modern war would now mean less than a dead electrician.

          On the contrary. For example, in modern fighter aircraft, even the Suvorov ambulo to the grenadier would not be particularly comfortable with overloads. And strangely enough, even a dozen dead office managers will not replace him at this place.

          Well, as for the electricians, the author judges, apparently, by the guys from the housing office. And in general, healers have nothing to do in this profession. Many of them, by the way, have to very often wave a shovel. Even if there is an excavator, to refuse manual labor, for example, when opening a trench with a cable, you need to be frostbitten all over your head.
    3. Golovan Jack
      Golovan Jack 4 June 2018 07: 36
      Quote: gaura
      the era of high-precision wars has come, and for this we need intellectuals without muscles, but with brains

      Yeah ... and they will also clean the city building. By the power of thought, obviously negative
  8. parusnik
    parusnik 4 June 2018 07: 32
    About stokers: Comrade, I cannot stand watch -
    The stoker said to the stoker
    The lights in my fireboxes don't burn at all
    In boilers I can’t hold back a couple.
    Go tell me i got sick
    And without stopping the watch,
    All then expired, exhausted from the heat,
    There is no strength to work - I am dying.
    Comrade left ... He grabbed a shovel,
    Gathering the last forces
    The firebox door opened with the usual push
    And his flame lit up:
    His face, shoulders, open chest,
    And the sweat flowing from them in hail.
    Oh, if anyone could look there,
    Call a stoker to be hell!
    Steam boilers are ominously noisy,
    The force of the vapor shuddered.
    Like a thousand snakes those couples hiss,
    Somewhere breaking through pipes.
    And he, bending before a hot fire,
    Shovel threw coal adroitly.
    Below it was gloomy - a ray of sunshine and afternoon
    Cannot get into that corner.
    No wind today, no urine to stand
    The water warmed up, stuffy, hot.
    The thermometer came in as much as forty-five,
    Without air, the whole stoker.

    Having finished throwing, he drank water
    The water is desalinated, unclean.
    Sweat fell from his face, soot traces
    He heard the driver speak:
    You didn’t finish the shift - you don’t dare to quit,
    The mechanic is not happy with you
    You should go to the doctor and say -
    He will give medicine if he is sick.
    Handrails weakly clutching hand
    He climbed the ladder up
    Go for medicine to the emergency room
    Could not, choking from the heat.
    I went out onto the deck, I don’t have any consciousness,
    Everything in his eyes became confused
    I saw for a moment a blinding light
    Fell - my heart was no longer beating.
    They ran to him with cold water,
    Trying to bring him to his senses.
    But the doctor said, shaking his head:
    Powerless here is our art.
    The deceased lay all night in the infirmary
    Dressed in a sailor suit.
    He held a wax candle in his hands,
    The wax melted, heated by heat.
    Came to say goodbye to a friend in the morning
    Sailors, friends of the stoker
    They brought the last present to him,
    Grate burned and rusty
    A grate was tied to his legs
    And a corpse was wrapped
    An old ship priest came
    And the tears of many flashed ...
    1. andrewkor
      andrewkor 4 June 2018 08: 05
      Thanks for the text, and in my ears Utesov’s voice !!!
      1. parusnik
        parusnik 4 June 2018 08: 07
        According to the article, it was difficult to write a specific one ... it hurts a lot of confusion, nothing is connected with anything .. Here I decided to insert one passage, insert a passage .. I still like how Shevchuk sings it ..
  9. AleBors
    AleBors 4 June 2018 10: 31
    Like /, there are some rational thoughts in the article ... But somehow everything is very crumpled. I would like to ask: "And what next?" What is the conclusion of the above?
  10. Golub Ilya
    Golub Ilya 4 June 2018 10: 56
    And the author has his own website, talent.
  11. KVU-NSVD
    KVU-NSVD 4 June 2018 11: 55
    The article is certainly cool, but with an obscure message and somewhat messy and incoherent ...
  12. Prutkov
    Prutkov 4 June 2018 15: 01
    I think that the author of the article wanted to say a few things.
    1. The war is won in the rear.
    2. Russia has a unique opportunity to conduct a socio-economic experiment to establish life in the face of severe economic sanctions. And the fact that the Americans will tighten the sanctions, no doubt. And the issue of circumventing sanctions, especially related to licensing restrictions, is acute. Now Russia is limited by a significant number of international treaties, unlike LDN, which are limited to the Minsk agreements. In such conditions, you can try to establish production production of licensed products. It can be both software and hardware. It’s more difficult with pharmaceuticals, because generics are still drugs.
  13. tihonmarine
    tihonmarine 5 June 2018 14: 59
    The face shows "our man," but he loves the vodka as a Ukrainian.
  14. Note 2
    Note 2 17 June 2018 11: 19
    On the photo there is a "cynical banderas" of rooster.