What are the special forces talking about?
You know, in fact, it is quite difficult to cope with such a flow of communication. They write me a lot of just kind words, it’s about 70% of all messages that come to mail, VKontakte, and BOS. Another 10% are requirements to respond to an event and express their opinion about something. Approximately the same amount constitutes curses and tearing off covers from me, with evidence that I am surely cursed. Having proved to me like two and two that I am not real, people calm down and push off without annoying me anymore. Particularly uporotyh something bribe in their blogs about what kind of propaganda project I am (as a rule, I blocked them the opportunity to try in my blog, so they have not many options). Where did 10% go? In the category of "miscellaneous." This is not counting the comments.
It seems to me that such indifference to me is connected with the fact that I tear up some templates. Some overly patriotic citizens think that the conversation of two fighters looks like this:
- Do you love the motherland, comrade?
- Oh, I love you very much, comrade!
- I dream of dying for the Motherland.
- And I. I shake your hand, friend!
Some people think that we speak like this:
- The main thing is that people should not wake up and not understand what the regime is hiding from him!
- Oh, no, if the people understand and rise, we will have to shoot ourselves or go to their side. We will not be able to support the criminal regime for a long time.
- Yes, it will be terrible. Let's go today to kill bystanders who are innocent of anything?
“Didn’t we still fulfill the plan to kill the innocent?” Then let's go, just drink vodka first.
In fact, the conversations we have are so everyday mundane that if you heard them, all this bloom of gilding would fly off from my blog in the blink of an eye. Yes, we do not speak much, everyone has already told each other, everyone already knows everything. I can even guess the replicas of comrades sometimes. We do not engage in heated disputes and disputes, we do not educate each other in terms of patriotic chatter. You think I'm really such a talker, like a blog? Yes, I can say in a day on the strength of the words 100. And I have enough of these words. In short, we are not as many imagine. Neither a plus nor a minus.
And yes, this blog is my personal one. He is not special forces at all, not our unit, but my personal one. I just have a place of work and I can show something related to it. But otherwise, these are my thoughts. And not all of my comrades agree with them. How many people, so many opinions. Therefore, I put, put, and will put on Natsik, radical Islamists, schizophrenics and other uporotyh, who believe that since my blog has become popular - I now MUST (save Russia, smash corrupt officials, draw attention to the problems). My anti-Caucasian, Russophobic, pro-Putin, Ossetian, kafir and just stupid blog remains my personal one. Bdymts!
Shoot. No options
I am shocked by the number of people who talk about the shooting as an ordinary thing. They take out the verdicts so easily, they speak about the shooting so calmly that it is immediately obvious - they did not shoot at people and have no idea what it is. It seemed to me that when I look at the first gangster I killed, something will break in me, the world will spin before my eyes, I suddenly realize that I have taken away my life, in short, as in the books they describe it ... Figs there. The strongest feeling was the surprise of their own indifference. We shot at each other, here is a proof in front of me that I shoot better. But there is one "but." I know for sure that I could not shoot an unarmed person. Could, of course, if there were such a problem, as, for example, in the film "Saving Private Raina". I don’t understand what they were stupid about. He is an enemy, you can't take a prisoner with you, you can't let go. Only one way out and it is obvious.
But just like that, when there is no such extreme need ... just put to the wall, shoot. Could not. And deliberately kill the innocent could not. These are completely different levels. I just don't understand how people can write - shoot everyone. Is this for general insanity? Who are these people? What is this secret sounder team? In the counter-strike beat? Kindergarten, damn, read disgusting. Balaboly, blah. If a person was killed in cold blood with you - you would probably have half the life of your nerves with electricity. But writing about mass executions is so easy. For you, of course, just - pulled the bullet out of my head, loaded it with a shotgun and shot. Only without this bullet in the head, you will perceive everything in a completely different way, heroes, damn it.
Passport check in the North Caucasus
Sometimes we do passport checks. I have the impression that they are being created solely so that we do not relax, as long as there are no active events. Despite the fact that the event is in general rather peaceful, everything is happening as if a bird can “fly out” at any moment.
In the 2011 year, when checking the passport regime in the Upper Alkunas, three people died - the head of the special police unit and two FSB operas. Instead of a passport, they were presented with a queue from an automatic machine. As a result of the clash the house burned down completely. Ruins remind - do not relax.
Dude on an armored troop-carrier as if hints - if you touch operas, you will deal with me ...
From house to house ...
Additional control - from bird's eye view
We enter quietly, culturally, cordon off the territory and modestly control the sector.
We cover each other, naturally ... Everything is as it should be. Better to be safe than to clap your eyes and say: “And we did not expect ...”
And again to another house where everything repeats itself ...
The people in Alkuny specialize in bees. Virtually every yard apiary.
Enough abandoned and unfinished houses. About half of all buildings, if not more.
From the series "you want to live - not so raskoryachishsya"
Basements, awnings ...
_The same, side view)) _
That's how it looks from my position. Scary man! ))
They check, and we control ...
In short, I zadolbalsya upload photos. To be continued.
What is soldier happiness?
I experienced it only twice. It is not comparable with anything. When they shoot you, it’s you who miss you. It is impossible to describe this euphoria. No matter how many personal achievements you have, only such a mistake by another person can lift you to the highest seventh heaven of happiness. Here's a second and you don't even have time to understand anything, just standing with eyes wide open. You are not afraid, not numb. Just realized that now - everything is over. And the shot sounds, and then turn. The shooter is lying in a pool of blood, and you feel yourself - and not a scratch. And then you see a hole in the back of the wall and you realize that the bullet passed between the hand and the body. Just like a puck into the goal, I found free space and slipped through it.
And here you are covered with adrenaline, and a feeling of unlimited happiness, and everything around you becomes brighter, more beautiful ... Luck rushed to you and passionately kissed right on the lips. If just the bullets whistled over your head - this is not that. And when the bullets entered the shield - not the same. Only when they shoot you from a short distance. And then you still experience this happy minute for a long time. This is so damn nice ... You are not so hot a chess player, but suddenly inadvertently mated the world champion. Imagine? This is not your merit, this is his mistake. But the result is important.
You lost, but you won ...
No, I was not shot today. Just remembered ...
Passport check in the North Caucasus continued
As promised, I post the continuation of photos from passport check in the Upper Alkunah. Generally village peculiar. Residents on armed people react absolutely calmly. Moreover, in every home it surely sounds: “Can tea?”
Some go even further and troll the operas:
- When will you buy honey?
“When they give a salary, then I will buy it,” the operas joke.
- Take it now, then bring the money ...
Opera take off from the yard under the laughter of the owner ...
But work is work. While they tryndyat and check passports, we check the territory
See, I can without hands!
Mountain with mountain does not converge ... Stunning views ...
It is a pity to enjoy them especially once ...
But look - a tree covered with greenery. But this is not his native greens. It is affected by some rare species of parasites, which is found only in Ingushetia and in a couple of other regions. From a distance, it seems that the branches are covered with bird nests.
Here is what this parasite looks like:
Examined and went on ...
And I'll lie down, lie down ... (c)
The ruins of the Ingush towers
Cows graze along the road and are not particularly scared ...
Loads to not beat your legs ...
The answer to the question is whether the fighter on the roof is tired of climbing back and forth. He rides on the roof, so not tired
What is it I am all about us, yes about us ... In the neighboring village, meanwhile, a measured life goes on. Children go to school ...
Sami, along the road. Independent ...
Another baby ...
And this kid in one of the houses accompanies us. There are not many entertainments in the Upper Alkunas, but here such a movement ... “Who are you? Davate, goodbye! ”
And here are two girlfriends. One treats the other with sweets. Mi-mi-mi ...
The boys in the school yard play football ...
Burning grass along the road. Just in case, we fire the fire.
Well, actually, and all the pictures. Normal measured life. And you, probably, thought that in Ingushetia the terrorist is sitting on a terrorist and is chasing a terrorist?
How does the special forces on the sweep.
As a rule, the work of the special forces in the address looks in the eyes of the man in the street as follows: a crowd of armed to the teeth armored types in masks flies in, screaming wildly, putting everyone face down on the floor and so on. All in horror, shock and trance. In practice, everything looks different. As a rule, if there is an armed gangster in the house, then the house is blocked and women, children and all other uncomplicated people are taken out, and then the address clearing begins.
But when there is a routine work on the search of addresses, the opera is washed every time the brain: come in carefully - there is a sick grandfather, there are small children, do not frighten. Naturally, our work does not involve delicacy, but in any case, it is better not to frighten people when inspecting or searching people.
In fairness it should be said that Ingush children are not at all shy. Armed guys give them more curiosity than fear. But when the house is searched, the anxiety of the elders is transmitted to the children. They are not looking with curiosity and interest, but with caution and incomprehension. All the usual way of life flies to hell, the house is full of strangers, who with a focused look digging into personal belongings. Some freaks love to hide weapon and ammunition in children's things, hoping that there the opera will not be looked very carefully.
Asks operas from an accomplice:
- How many children do you have?
- Four. Daughters all ...
- And what were you thinking about? Now they will put you in prison, who will feed them?
The detainee sighs and lowers his eyes.
I roughly understand what he was thinking. The fact that, perhaps, do not catch. Ingush accident beats Russian, as trump ace non-trump ten. This is such a hell of irresponsibility in front of your family, that you just wonder. This is in the Caucasus, where the family is the most important thing? Relatives may not leave the family completely to the mercy of fate, but they will not replace the father anyway ...
- Why do I feel sorry for your children, but you are not?
- And I'm sorry...
- And if you're sorry, what the hell are you doing for all this?
- Fool because ...
Fool or not, but crazy enough to give birth to 3-4 children? Now they watch the folder being taken away in handcuffs. You fool, imagine what they feel now! Is it worth the money that you earned by helping the bandits? Of course, blah, what a crime it is to take things in one place, take them to the forest and leave them at the right time in the right place. "I did not kill anyone ...". You did not kill - they will kill. Not today, then tomorrow. And the other children will be as painful as you are today. The difference is that you will live, and these children will be orphans.
The pain of a child is always ten times stronger than your own. When I hurt a child, I personally feel his pain with such sharpness, as if my heart is cut with razors. I don't care whose baby it is. I would have gnawed my throats at the bastards who mocked the children. I would strangle bastards with my own hands, without remorse. Illusory ideas remain so from century to century, and the child cries here and now. If you have given birth to a child, you have assumed responsibility for his fate. If he is happy, you will be happy. And vice versa - you will never be happy if your child suffers ...
If this whole svolot, who stumbles through holes, drags them to devour there, even once thought about what has a real price in this life, there would be no terrorist attacks. But zombies are not capable of thinking. They can only move, devouring all life in its path.
About the crowd and solo vocals.
I love to read the Bible actually, despite my atheism. I perceive it as a collection of parables, good philosophical principles formulated in an accessible language. This is a very instructive book. Take, for example, the scene of the execution of Christ. The crowd shouted "Crucify him, crucify!" and she didn’t care what Christ was judged for and whether he deserved this punishment. The crowd did not care what the person pointed to Pilate did. It is curious that several cliques, who were the first to shout, formed public opinion, and issued a definite and final verdict to Christ. Rate the chip - Christ crucified on the basis of a democratic choice. The people decided so ...
We note, a little earlier, Jesus predicted all this, warning others: "Do not toss beads before swine, because, having trampled on it, they will rush on you." He knew how all this would end, where his sermons and parables would lead. It is possible that he hoped that this cup would pass ... The trouble with Jesus Christ is that he addressed the man, and the high priests addressed the crowd. He was new to this field, unlike them. The crowd administers judgment and determines the future, but not the person. The episode in the movie "To Kill a Dragon" is remarkable, when the Archivist asks during a riot a person who sets fire an inverted cart: "This is why?", And he answers: "I fight."
- With whom?
- With all. For happiness and freedom.
And the Archivist puts on an eye patch so as not to see what is happening around. The very bandage that he was able to remove, thanks to the "revolutionaries". The man closes his eyes, yielding to the crowd ...
Therefore, I do not like the chorus. Prefer solo vocals.
"Arab Spring" in Russian.
Syria, Iraq, Egypt, Libya, Tunisia, Bahrain, Yemen broke out almost simultaneously. And to anyone in general, this does not seem strange. The ideology of the Arab spring looks like this - they are tired of enduring and they suddenly all were excited at the same time and went to overthrow their governments. Take Egypt. There, a wave of mass street performances began strictly after Friday prayers. Doesn't it seem strange to anyone? After the overthrow of the government, Egypt calmed down? Not. Doesn't it seem strange to anyone? Take Syria. There were quiet smoldering contradictions in the country. Who blew on the embers? Why was the crowd suddenly so organized and well armed? Even regular troops always have problems with coordination and control, and then suddenly a crowd of protesters turned into well-managed armed units.
Syria and Libya were blooded with the very people that inhabit these states. Internal conflicts were not allowed to flare up as a whole dictatorial methods of management. As soon as the regime weakened, conflicts began to be resolved in the most primitive way - slaughter. No need for intervention and occupation. You just need to blow on the embers. Imams became the direct performers of this in the Arab countries. But they do not rule the process. The imams here play the role of initiating device in the bomb. But who laid the bomb? Quid prodest - look for who benefits (lat.).
The most interesting thing about this is that no one has created these internal problems for the Arab states. They arose themselves and did not dare, but only were suppressed, were left for later according to the principle “maybe it will resolve itself”. Beneficiaries of all this did not even have to spend much. Just lightly blow on the embers. The economic potential of the Arab countries (already insignificant) is completely undermined. Control is lost. The terrorist attack in Syria with the victims of 50-70 people killed does not impress the world community. Everyday business - civil war ...
The saddest thing about this is that in Russia such contradictions have also accumulated enough. And they will be used necessarily. Did not you prokanal project with election fraud and corruption? You can try to pit the Caucasus with the rest of Russia. It seems to me that this path is more promising. Even in my blog, I came across its implementation - users from the Czech Republic, Israel, Estonia, Germany, etc. ached in bedrots as they were tired of enduring Caucasian lawlessness on the streets of Moscow. And I entered into discussions with them, argued something until I wrote in a personal: "Fool, look at their IPs and info on blogs." The worst thing is that no one pays attention to this. That is, we were blown on the coal of corruption and election fraud, now on the coal of the Caucasus. And each time for power is a surprise, a surprise!
Someone up there, open your eyes, eppel!
Why the special forces do not always take the terrorists alive.
All the time I come across comments with the same questions. Why aren't we trying to take the terrorists alive and why are there such losses for such professional special forces, surpassing bandits in armament and training? In fact, both of these issues are interrelated.
Put the combat mission. The commander reads the combat order. And in the end he says: "We need to take it alive ...". And then everyone listens intensely - if he says a very important ending: "... if it works." Because when the opera very stubbornly insists on being taken alive, then you have to get out, risk the lives of the fighters for the information that the operas want to receive from the detainee. At the same time, we are not told how important it is and for what it’s all. Just "need alive" and that's it.
Any thug knows he walks on thin ice. He is not informed of when he will be taken. Therefore, he is always ready, always waiting for capture. Naturally, his nerves are stretched. He can start to burn at any suspicion of danger. Or start scattering hatabacks. Even they are specially worn with broken mustaches, so that you do not have to waste time on the ring - pulled it out of your pouch and immediately dropped it. And this nervous creature needs to be taken alive. I am already silent about suicide belts and other gadgets, such as hatabok, glued in the groin area with a plaster. Bandits do not trust anyone, even each other. I remember several cases when they killed their at the slightest suspicion.
Therefore, the most unpleasant task is when you need to take it alive. And here the question of what will win is instinct or the performance of a combat mission. Read with my friend and colleague about Seryoga Ashikhmin (Yakut). During a special operation in Kazan, he covered a grenade. Do you think that in that situation everyone stood in a stupor and looked at her? I’m sure everyone would have closed it there with him, but Sergei’s reaction was better. Sometimes when you do something clearly and beautifully in training and ask, "Well, how?" And in response - "Too good for the living." The better you are, the more likely you are to sacrifice yourself. And Yakut was prepared a little better than the rest. This allowed him to close his comrades first. Not for the sake of the star of the hero posthumously - such a reward of the dead does not warm anything. Here are a number of your comrades and you are closest to the grenade and you have a second to make a decision. An ordinary person will save his life. Special Forces fighter - strangers. Instinctively. I am sure that the task there was to take alive, but the attempt was unsuccessful. When people tremble with fear and shudder at every rustle - it is very difficult to catch them by surprise.
There are idiots who shout, looking at the video - this is a murder, you should have done a curse and make a polite offer to pass by the handle to the office. These same people enthusiastically perceive the death of employees and applaud our losses while standing. But moral monsters have always been and always will be, it does not change. Someone goes under the bullets, and someone at this time spits in the back, telling that it is cruel to shoot back - throw daisies at them. I do not even want to answer such freaks. It is useless to prove something. We can only listen to the words of the commander and wait for the coveted end of the phrase - will we exchange our lives for valuable information ...