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Helicopter pilots Start

Funny and not very stories Army life onboard equipment helicopter, reproduced on the basis of real events during the collapse of the Soviet Union and the liberal reforms of the end of the last century. Some names of the characters are changed.

Helicopter pilots Start

“The officer should be an example not only of physical health, dexterity, endurance and strength, not only mental development and knowledge, but also spiritual qualities, and the officer’s uniform should not be a synonym for a rude, reckless, ignorant, ill-mannered person, but a synonym for decency in all respects : upbringing, enlightenment, purity, refinement and at the same time every kind of strength and courage. "
Leo Tolstoy

- One, one, one-two-three. Once, once, once or twice or three, the company commander, Major Gerasimov, periodically commands the cadets of the Kirov military school, who are running through the morning city that has not yet awakened. One hundred bare to the waist, bursting with steam from the bodies of cadets heated in the cool spring air, echo him with a clear, dull and powerful blow of boots on the asphalt. If you close your eyes, it may seem that this one runs a very big and heavy man-giant, and the earth trembles at every step.

These cadets are 19-20 years old, they are no longer first-year students, they have almost three years of hard and interesting study, three years of life on a routine, three years of intensive and regular sports, three years of breaking youthful jumps and twists. Among them are no longer too fat or too thin; they are all of about the same build with broad shoulders and decent muscles. All of them, whether they wanted to or not, learned to understand each other perfectly, they are already familiar with such concepts as mutual assistance, mutual respect, friendship and comradeship.

- One, one, one-two-three. Once, once, once or twice or three, the loud and firm voice of the commander sounded again. Our commander, Alexander G. Gerasimov, is no longer young, but rather sporty, thin, of short stature, with a white eyebrow and a stern look an officer who has devoted many years to the difficult task of educating future officers. Many more sympathetically said to us on the caption: “Hang on. In the sports company hit. Hera is driving you. ” And indeed, as soon as we began to receive the first two in the class, the commander would materialize them in races around the school - in a circle for every two. Soon the twos in the company was gone. At first, we perceived Hera as a strict and heartless villain, but literally in a few months this feeling disappeared. The commander turned out to be a very understanding, thoughtful and caring person. I remember that in my evening, after a nightly peeling of potatoes in a dress around the dining room, my stomach became very sick, I spent the rest of the night in the “ZU” position and almost could not get up in the morning. It was Sunday, Hera rushed out of the house, knocked out the KamAZ school attendant and personally took me to the hospital, although the hospital was located in 100 meters from the school. It was only when he learned the diagnosis (it turned out to be banal appendicitis) that he was convinced that the head of the surgical department would perform the operation, only then he left the hospital. Later, Hera saved me from being expelled from school for a fight. It is not clear that we didn’t share Seryoga from Moscow at the time, the characters probably got used up. The next morning I was with the general on the carpet, in the literal and figurative sense of the word, and in the evening I was at the teachers' council.

When the general gave the floor to the company commander, our Hera, all those present became aware that they would leave me. Hera spoke in my support a lot and sometimes not at all on the merits. The general tried to “round out” him a couple of times, but he continued. The two of us left the hall with the Hero and we both had wet shirts on our backs. Now, when I hear Lube's song, “Batyana Kombat”, the image of our commander, our Hera, is drawn before my eyes.

One, one, one, two, three. One, one, one, two, three. Under this rhythm and in this system it is easy to run. Being in this burgeoning heat, health, and youthful order, you feel that you are an integral part of a powerful, unified organism capable of much. In this system there is no fear, no embarrassment, no envy, no malice. Here, only confidence, confidence in oneself, in one’s comrades, in one’s commanders, in one’s own country, in one’s own future — as yet uncertain, but surely worthy and proper, necessary for the country, family and friends, who will be proud of it.

One, one, one, two, three. One, one, one, two, three. How easy to think. I recall the abuses, the mass of motley young guys who came from all over the country to Kirov with only one purpose - to become officers of the Soviet military aviation. Among others, there are guys in soldier uniforms who have served a year of military service. At first they were appointed commanders of the departments, but then many were removed from these posts because the length of service turns out to not affect the art of leading people. At the first general meeting of the course at the club, the head of the school, Major General Izychev expelled one of these “old-timers” for mistreatment, thereby making it clear to everyone that the jokes were over, and we got into the army, in which discipline and subordination are the first thing.

One, one, one, two, three. One, one, one, two, three. Fresh memories of a recent internship in a helicopter regiment in the city of Chirchik near Tashkent come to mind. For a long time, on the basis of this helicopter regiment, helicopter pilots from the flatlands of the Soviet Union were re-learning to fly in the mountains before traveling to Afghanistan. The lion's share of the soldiers of this regiment visited Afghanistan for two or three terms. My instructor was in Afghanistan two times for two years, not counting the periodic flights there and back. These are simple men at first sight, but when they put on a formal uniform for some holiday, sometimes you are amazed: the person with whom you used to jokes, drank beer and chatted about women or the meaning of life turns out to be a holder of two orders of the Red Star, there is a medal "For Courage" on his chest and many other medals, including foreign ones. You feel a sense of pride for being among these people and doing one thing together side by side with these people.

One, one, one, two, three. One, one, one, two, three. Nearby, my comrades, my friends are running: Dad, Vova blue, Shaly, Sizy, Kuchik, Robert, Sanyok, Mikha, Seryoga ... In a month we will graduate from the school and scatter, disperse to different regiments and squadrons of our vast country, and who- then and beyond. It is now spring of 1990. For five years now, some incomprehensible "restructuring" has been going on in the country, and some conflicts have begun in the countries of Eastern Europe and the Caucasus. But so far almost nothing is known about them, in the news these conflicts are hardly reported, and so far none of this concerns us. Last year, our troops were withdrawn from Afgan, we will not get there, but we are ready. We were taught well and we are confident in ourselves. We are ready for anything.

One, one, one, two, three. One, one, one, two, three ...
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  1. AK-47
    AK-47 April 20 2013 10: 59 New
    ... the person with whom you poisoned jokes, drank beer and chatted about women or the meaning of life, it turns out - a gentleman of two orders of the red star, he has a medal for courage on his chest and many other medals, including foreign ones.

    Affected by the living.
  2. Atlon
    Atlon April 20 2013 11: 04 New
    Cool article! I read and remembered my youth. The smell of new boots, the smell of an army uniform, the smell of the barracks ... It is not at all what those who have not served think. It is the smell of youth, the smell of brotherhood, the smell of the Army. Red Banner and invincible! No buffet can replace soldier's porridge, and no showers can replace the Saturday, soldier's bath! Oh, that was the time! The best years of youth! Even now, sometimes I still dream about the Army ... And this: "One, one, one-two-three" - never to forget! Thanks to the author for returning to my youth!

    Now the spring of 1990 is in the yard. For five years now, some incomprehensible “perestroika” has been going on in the country, some conflicts have begun in the countries of Eastern Europe and the Caucasus. But so far almost nothing is known about them, almost no news is reported on these conflicts, and so far all of this does not concern us.

    I was discharged in May 1990.
  3. RUSmen
    RUSmen April 20 2013 11: 18 New
    When I read such memoirs, and in nature it blows away = back to the army hunting, it was there that there was a simple human friendship, my battalion commander looks like "Hera", strict, but he will turn his head off for a soldier, at least to the general and he drove us not childishly. On my demobilization he hugged me and said a bunch of wishes - I did not expect this from him. Oh, it was fun! I also liked the way he said: “a soldier must be constantly filled with something, so that bad thoughts do not enter his head” - I adapted this idea to civilian life, I volunteer at an orphanage, I am puzzled by sports.
    1. belroni
      April 22 2013 11: 42 New
      Thank you for your positive feedback and for your useful and necessary work with children.
  4. v53993
    v53993 April 20 2013 11: 39 New
    Thank you for the article. Hello to all cadets and officers. Graduate of HVVAUS 1983
    1. Shawnee
      Shawnee April 21 2013 19: 05 New
      Hello to you. !!!
    2. belroni
      April 22 2013 12: 04 New
      Thanks for the feedback! Unfortunately, our KVATU was disbanded in the 2008 year.
  5. Sirocco
    Sirocco April 20 2013 11: 44 New
    At first, we perceived Hera as a strict and heartless villain, I remembered my service in the ranks of the SA. Very similar to our foreman. In those years, he built us as he wanted, and for us he was a villain who did not close his eyes to flying, autocratic wolves, and other pranks. It was impossible to agree with him, so he was not held in high esteem with us. But, time does its job, and you understand this only when you grow up, because thanks to such people many of us have avoided troubles, guardhouses, and outfits. A low bow to such officers and warrant officers. The army keeps such nuggets.
  6. finderektor
    finderektor April 20 2013 15: 01 New
    Cool article. So it was almost in all universities of the USSR Ministry of Defense.
    1. Col.
      Col. April 20 2013 22: 38 New
      Quote: finderektor
      Cool article. So it was almost in all universities of the USSR Ministry of Defense.

      I join. I studied in the 70s at VVVAUSh, and it seems that the article is written about us. Then we had no time to be bored, every day of the four years of study was scheduled to the eyeballs: in the first year, daily Morse code exercises before the main classes, then three pairs of classes, lunch, half an hour-hour break, then two pairs of sampo, dinner, bringing orders, etc. On Saturday there was no sampo, they were playing football, spinning on loppings, some were sweating in the rocking chair, some were reading books ... Outfits for the dining room, guards at the airfield, flights, debriefing, training ... On Sundays - dancing in BEFORE or trips to theaters, museums, excursions, meetings with veterans ... Life was damn interesting! And behind the back was a mighty country, ahead - a bright future! By the way, about the "light". Recently, my favorite, self-invented toast - "To our bright past"!
      1. Garrin
        Garrin April 21 2013 19: 17 New
        Quote: Colonel
        Recently, my favorite, self-invented toast - "To our bright past"!

        Thank you, Colonel! Your comment seemed to me no less interesting than the story itself .. And the author is also very THANKS! I will look forward to continuing.
        1. belroni
          April 22 2013 11: 33 New
          Thank. I’ll post the sequel today, though I’m afraid to disappoint after receiving such high marks.
      2. belroni
        April 22 2013 11: 31 New
        Great toast. Took it into service.
  7. wheel
    wheel April 22 2013 00: 02 New
    I didn’t serve in the army, but in college, I was led by a lieutenant colonel, who was similar in character to the company in this article. All the same, it’s great that such people exist
  8. taynik
    taynik 7 May 2013 16: 00 New
    A very good article! Very patriotic and inspiring. It is a pity that such texts are not published where modern youth could read them.
    I wish the author not to stop and continue to write. You are doing great.
  9. Settlement Oparyshev
    Settlement Oparyshev 21 November 2017 16: 56 New
    What to remember already! What was it was, everyone has the happiest years in life. Then they did not think that we would live to such a shame.
  10. ratan524
    ratan524 12 December 2018 09: 00 New
    Yeah ... nostalgia. Moreover, only the best is remembered. (VVVAUSH-86)