So today is February 23rd. The day when in our country (and a couple of neighbors are still celebrating) ... In general, we have this holiday with a fair amount of skepticism, since everyone celebrates to the best of his understanding.
“Defender of the Fatherland” - well, what could be more prosaic? True, for some time now, those interested have added the word "potential" ...
But what kind of “potency” can we talk about in the word “potential” if a certain category of the population clearly exists in this category, which, by gender, seems to correspond to the male half, but losing all male characteristics when they see the agenda?
Of course, representatives of the other half of humanity make a considerable contribution to the distortion of reality. From my own practice: I have repeatedly heard the enthusiastic clucking of a modern chicken on the theme that "this is my protector." Looking at the next hipster, you understand that if he can defend anyone, it is only by bringing the aggressor to complete exhaustion and death from laughter.
Of course, some have this, like his ... enuresis. Caming ups are not in fashion for now. But go prove that the "potential" has there, incontinence or unwillingness ...
Okay, not a holiday theme. Let everyone celebrate, for that matter, but generally make a celebration of those who have served or are simply a gender celebration ...
Here at Obzorzhenie, for the most part, we know how to properly insert the receiver cover during assembly. I do not laugh, for the majority of modern youth this is a great mystery. And even more complicated ... I just keep silent through my tears.
Well, they’ll teach in the army.
I’ve heard some spell lately. The army is considered as a panacea for all effeminacy and spoiling. Soon, probably, army managers will take money for KMB, not otherwise.
But we, for the most part, are not home hamsters at all, but knowledgeable, trained and experienced wolves, wolfhounds and wild boars. And therefore, even if you raise the glasses (there are no glasses and glasses there, only faceted ones), then for such ... Those who know how.
We love our army, though each in their own way, but we love. Someone gave her a small part of their lives, someone big, and someone and their entire conscious life.
We all sincerely want our army to be truly luxurious, strongest and the best in the world. We would like to have the best equipment in the world, the most understanding and competent sergeants and well-trained officers.
And the technique. Yes, the technology is on the verge of fiction, but without cartooning. Just the best technology in the world. The best fighters, the best bombers, the deadliest missiles and the most reliable Tanks.
It is clear that we all want this from the bottom of our hearts, since we simply do not see our army in any other way. We, the defenders, we, the bones and muscles of the shield of the country.
And if tomorrow comes the very day when former life suddenly ends and a completely different one comes, we will calmly pick up the very PCs and AK-74s, inhale the smell of diesel fuel and hear the native T-72 diesel roar, remember which way to turn the verniers compasses and so on.
And we will break the ridge to anyone without all these modern troubles.
Just because we have a duty to protect our own, completely ignoring what we have to do with it.
After all, only you and I still have the principle of "Die, but do."
Happy holiday to us, defenders of the Fatherland!