Visits of journalists to the unit
Magazine "Warrior of Russia". Photo militera.org
History of 1
One day a photographer from Krasnaya Zvezda arrived at our garrison and decided to take a picture of the most combat crew in order to glorify it for centuries and in the newspaper.
And the pilots do not like to be photographed against the backdrop of aircraft, well, there is a belief that all sorts of troubles are possible later.
In short, this photographer complained to the political department of the division, saying that nothing was working out, the pilots did not want to be glorified.
The political department appointed the crew of the squadron's political officer for the photo session, arguing that they, the political officers, should not believe in all sorts of nonsense.
The crew had to take pictures.
But the photo didn’t make it to the newspaper, they didn’t like it at the top that the commander’s suit sleeves were rolled up “like an SS man,” while the right-wingers and the VSR hold their hands behind their backs, like convicts.
History of 2
Somehow a group from some military magazine arrived, they decided to write a report about military women, well, like “They serve next to us.” And they asked them to choose not a fashion model, but a real military woman, and so that there was something to praise for, not only for the bulge of the figure.
As a senior "for all women", I offered them Larisa, a senior warrant officer from a combat unit, an excellent specialist, pretty, but moderately figured in all places, especially between the arms, and with a cool character. Her husband, lieutenant colonel, unit commander, when he was “with a smell”, was afraid to go home, she could react inadequately.
In short, I sent a photographer with a political officer to the combat department, to capture Larisa, and I myself began to tell the correspondent about her military exploits. But the political officer called me and said that Larisa flatly turned out to be photographed, she was embarrassed and even rolled up her sleeves, and this is fraught with injuries.
I had to go to Larisa myself and negotiate:
- Stop being shy, you will glorify our regiment throughout the country.
- I'm not ready, not so made up, and in general: I'm in a civilian dress ...
“A military shirt will be found for you at headquarters, a tie is not needed, and you fix your war paint, practice a mysterious smile, calm down, and we will succeed.” And in general, you are a military man, but “the elder ordered” you!
The aunts brought a military shirt, well, a little smaller, but that's okay. Larisa calmed down, and began a photo session at the workplace, at the table. And everything went well, but at the final stage, Larisa took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, two buttons on her shirt flew off, and the photographer involuntarily photographed all the inner richness of her nature, which fell out on the table.
Without waiting for further developments, I quickly slipped out of the office.
But the photographer and the political officer left the combat department already forcibly, with the help of Larisa.
Nothing came of them with the report...
And for a long time, the political officer blackmailed Larisa by publishing the last picture if she did not quickly draw up the documents he needed.
History of 3
The well-known came to us naval a journalist, already a lieutenant colonel, although he called himself a captain of the second rank, I don’t know why.
Together with him, his muse arrived in lieutenant's shoulder straps, model appearance and the same mind, judging by her behavior.
The political officer of the regiment somehow got excited, dragged them to his office and even dug out a box of sweets in his bins, which he laid out on the table in addition to the lard, which he offered as the main snack for diluted alcohol.
I did not participate in the event, there is nothing for me to talk about with representatives of this profession, and there is no need.
After some time, the political officer came to me and asked me to give a tour of the headquarters for the journalist, hoping to be alone with his muse.
I don’t know what he hoped for, because he was not only much shorter, but also much thicker than this girl.
I told all this directly to the political officer and said, to which he replied that I did not understand anything about girls or political officers.
I didn’t argue with this “little giant of big sex”, I took the journalist away, showed him the command post, where everything rings and flashes, and then brought him to my office, poured vodka, otherwise he somehow became sad, and asked:
– What are you grieving about? Are you worried about your girl? Don't be afraid, the political officer won't even jump anywhere.
- Why do I need this girl ... You see, I'm tired of writing about swift supersonic missile carriers and about sailors who courageously keep watch. I want to write something epic, through the ages... Well, to shoot, it shoots.
- And it's all? Found something to complain about. Give me one more, and I will make a “crossbow” in front of your eyes, I will allow you to write about me and my brother. Like our father, lieutenant colonel, naval navigator aviation, raised two lieutenant colonels, two naval aviation navigators, who became chiefs of staff of two anti-submarine regiments. Everything is here for you - through the centuries, and the dynasty, and continuity, and you can even write about wives, both are senior ensigns, you can even mention the mysterious identical fate of the twins.
- So I'm proud of it. I wanted to write about this, but at the headquarters of the Pacific Fleet Air Force I was categorically asked not to write about you.
- What motivated you? Envy future glory?
- Perhaps, but they said about something else - they say, it’s difficult with them even now, and if you write about them in the newspaper, then they will completely unbelt.
“Well, then don’t write, since you didn’t recommend it, I can’t help you with anything else.
We drank one more and went to the political officer, foiling his cunning plan to seduce the lieutenant.
- Mikhail Bez (Bez 310)
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