Senior "SMERSH"
GSVG, the end of the eighties. My regiment was preparing for the next teachings. This time they did not start quite “normally” and did not go as usual. The fact is that the senior command decided to “complicate our lives” by introducing a new, previously unused, factor to the side of the enemy - the real actions of the enemy's RDG (reconnaissance and sabotage groups). In this capacity were army "specialists".
As befits "insidious" enemies, they struck first (one might say, even before the start of the exercise), but here, as they say, it is not figs to relax a few dozen kilometers from the border, and even on foreign territory.
My battalion fell under the "blow". The “saboteurs” took advantage of the “relaxedness” of the dress in the park: they quietly rolled out the “duty room” behind the gate of the park, lowered the wheels and left a couple of autographs on the walls of the KTP ... In short, a bit of “frolicking”. They didn’t get into the park, under the trunks of the sentries, apparently having clear instructions to that - or from a sense of self-preservation. The fact is that our regiment already had on its account destroyed enemy spies, and real ones. (Who cares, rummage in the Internet and read history the death of the American captain Nichols ... this is my regiment.) And since the duty officer was one of our company deputy technicians, the battalion commander got into the nuts. The poor Zampotech was "raped" by "with all the perversions" of all the bosses with whom he caught his eye. His salvation came at a time when this "process" was supposed to happen "in public" on the parade ground of the regiment, for which all the personnel were raised by the signal "Collection". But at the very beginning of the “process”, a group of “alien” officers appeared on the parade ground, the eldest of whom introduced himself and handed the regiment commander a package. Kep opened it, read it quickly, turned to us and barked at the top of his neck: “Regiment! Anxiety!" Everything, the formation of the regiment came into motion, the company’s teams, the cries of the senior teams, but, most importantly, everything worked according to previously worked out schemes ... While we were preparing Tanks to the exit, a company appeared, who had previously gone to a meeting with the battalion commander and said that he was ready to counteract the RDG, and said about the ban on solitary movements.
Apparently, in order to “confuse the cards” to the enemy, we left the park through a “hole” in the wire fence, bypassing the “well-rounded” paths. The gathering and concentration areas were also different than we used to. This turned out to be the right decision, since the “enemy” didn’t show itself. But the "unusual" continued further, the battalion stayed in the area of concentration for several days. Usually it did not happen. Having stood there for three or four hours, we went to the “districts” to organize the defense, and then “stopped” ... The combat commander was very nervous, because the “puncture” of the vice-tech threw a shadow on him, and he was preparing to “pull the nails” on the exercise analysis . In order to exclude the penetration of RDG, the area of our collection turned into a small “fortress”, only paired patrols carried out guards, and their number was increased, officers also “couldn’t sleep”; every 20-30 minutes they inspected patrols in the designated sectors. A battalion of motorized riflemen was sent to the battalion, so there were enough people to organize such events.
The enemy behaved somehow sluggishly - apparently preparing “nasty” “big and smelly,” as our company company officer Mikhalych put it. Mikhalych could be believed, since he was an experienced person in such matters. Strong, frankly, a hefty man, a native of the Krasnodar Territory from a Cossack family, he was called up for military service in the border troops and served two years in the Far East as part of a moto-maneuverable group. And although the border at that moment was no longer very “hot”, it was definitely not calm either, so, in his words, he “had a lot of trouble” during this time in the taiga, catching Chinese poachers and smugglers. Then, after the "demob", he worked for a couple of years in the national economy, decided to return "under the banner", graduated from the school of ensigns and now, almost at the end of the service, he entered GSVG.
Once, a battalion came to us in the company "tent", at the moment when our company was conducting the next "bat". After the usual "comrade officers" and the adoption of a report on the state of affairs in the company, he somehow looked at Mihalych "like that" and appealing to everyone, he started a "vague" conversation that the battalion needs to do something to "take revenge", and when he once again turned to Mikhalych and was silent, he briefly said: “Yes, we lost them ...” From these words the battalion was a little taken aback, apparently, this thought visited him, but, as they say, he didn’t believe in himself As a result, he said: "How do we catch?" Can we? These “Midlo” will not spoil our fighters' faces? ”To which Mikhalych somehow twisted his fist in the air and repeated:“ Spyimaemo. ” The sight of a fist the size of a sledgehammer that flashed through the air, or the conviction in the foreman’s voice gave everyone confidence, so the Combat gave "good", moreover, he said that he would give all possible help.
A small retreat. At that time, the Rambo film was not yet so popular with us, since “Vidic” was just emerging, but the “continuation” story, which was published for a long time in “Soviet Warrior,” about American green berets. One of the characters bore the name Midlo.
As a result, very soon Mikhalych took a freelance position - a zamkombat for anti-saboteurs work ... and very quickly began to act.
First, he appreciated all the pros and cons of our situation. The area was located in the forest plantation, which had open areas on both sides - the edge. It was at one of them that Mikhalych decided to act. A position for PAK-200 was prepared at the very border of the district, and an NP was deployed alongside one of the pines, and the equipment was carried out at night, and a telephone was carried there. But most importantly, Mikhalych went to the location of the reconnaissance company and returned from there not one, but with the reconnaissance unit at the BRM. That's what good personal relationships mean ... Well, and then everything developed so. I tell from my point of view, since on that day I was “responsible” and everything happened before my eyes and with my participation ...
Immediately after the end of the dinner, PAC moved to a new position and the action began. Mykhalych and the commander of the domestic brigade launched such a vigorous activity that everyone soon learned about this, as the “wonderful” smell of Ukrainian borsch and shashlyk began to spread, and as evening approached, the smell spread with every minute. farther and farther ... including outside the region. When I asked Mikhailovich: “What are we catching?”, Then I heard an answer, which struck me with its life simplicity. "So they are already day after day running through the forests and fields, not really eating, now someone will appear."
The fact that the "cunning plan" worked, we learned somewhere in half an hour, before dark. From the NP, where two sergeants sat all day long - tank commanders. Accurately and briefly, they reported that they saw the movement of three people in "camouflage", and now this trinity is in a birch "chopping" in 300 meters from us ... It remains to "slam the mousetrap". The motorized rifle platoon, the scouts and our company were alarmed. “Bekhi” and BRM rushed at speed from our region, surrounding and cutting off the “victims” escape routes, the fighting vehicles alternately stopped and the infantrymen, creating a cordon, poured out of them. A chain of tankers moved from the district, reconnaissance led by Mikhalych from the rear of the peg "wool". In short, at that moment, when the BMP with the battalion commander and intermediary flew up to us, we had “clients”, which was fixed by the intermediary. The "catch" was one junior sergeant and two privates, all conscripts ...
Half an hour later, Mikhalych personally fed the “prey” with borsch, sighing softly. When I asked him: “What's wrong, Mikhalych?”, I heard in response: “Why, the platoon commander will get the guys for“ flying ”, they will take off the company with“ twenty skins ”...” Weird people , on that and stand ...
As befits "insidious" enemies, they struck first (one might say, even before the start of the exercise), but here, as they say, it is not figs to relax a few dozen kilometers from the border, and even on foreign territory.
My battalion fell under the "blow". The “saboteurs” took advantage of the “relaxedness” of the dress in the park: they quietly rolled out the “duty room” behind the gate of the park, lowered the wheels and left a couple of autographs on the walls of the KTP ... In short, a bit of “frolicking”. They didn’t get into the park, under the trunks of the sentries, apparently having clear instructions to that - or from a sense of self-preservation. The fact is that our regiment already had on its account destroyed enemy spies, and real ones. (Who cares, rummage in the Internet and read history the death of the American captain Nichols ... this is my regiment.) And since the duty officer was one of our company deputy technicians, the battalion commander got into the nuts. The poor Zampotech was "raped" by "with all the perversions" of all the bosses with whom he caught his eye. His salvation came at a time when this "process" was supposed to happen "in public" on the parade ground of the regiment, for which all the personnel were raised by the signal "Collection". But at the very beginning of the “process”, a group of “alien” officers appeared on the parade ground, the eldest of whom introduced himself and handed the regiment commander a package. Kep opened it, read it quickly, turned to us and barked at the top of his neck: “Regiment! Anxiety!" Everything, the formation of the regiment came into motion, the company’s teams, the cries of the senior teams, but, most importantly, everything worked according to previously worked out schemes ... While we were preparing Tanks to the exit, a company appeared, who had previously gone to a meeting with the battalion commander and said that he was ready to counteract the RDG, and said about the ban on solitary movements.
Apparently, in order to “confuse the cards” to the enemy, we left the park through a “hole” in the wire fence, bypassing the “well-rounded” paths. The gathering and concentration areas were also different than we used to. This turned out to be the right decision, since the “enemy” didn’t show itself. But the "unusual" continued further, the battalion stayed in the area of concentration for several days. Usually it did not happen. Having stood there for three or four hours, we went to the “districts” to organize the defense, and then “stopped” ... The combat commander was very nervous, because the “puncture” of the vice-tech threw a shadow on him, and he was preparing to “pull the nails” on the exercise analysis . In order to exclude the penetration of RDG, the area of our collection turned into a small “fortress”, only paired patrols carried out guards, and their number was increased, officers also “couldn’t sleep”; every 20-30 minutes they inspected patrols in the designated sectors. A battalion of motorized riflemen was sent to the battalion, so there were enough people to organize such events.
The enemy behaved somehow sluggishly - apparently preparing “nasty” “big and smelly,” as our company company officer Mikhalych put it. Mikhalych could be believed, since he was an experienced person in such matters. Strong, frankly, a hefty man, a native of the Krasnodar Territory from a Cossack family, he was called up for military service in the border troops and served two years in the Far East as part of a moto-maneuverable group. And although the border at that moment was no longer very “hot”, it was definitely not calm either, so, in his words, he “had a lot of trouble” during this time in the taiga, catching Chinese poachers and smugglers. Then, after the "demob", he worked for a couple of years in the national economy, decided to return "under the banner", graduated from the school of ensigns and now, almost at the end of the service, he entered GSVG.
Once, a battalion came to us in the company "tent", at the moment when our company was conducting the next "bat". After the usual "comrade officers" and the adoption of a report on the state of affairs in the company, he somehow looked at Mihalych "like that" and appealing to everyone, he started a "vague" conversation that the battalion needs to do something to "take revenge", and when he once again turned to Mikhalych and was silent, he briefly said: “Yes, we lost them ...” From these words the battalion was a little taken aback, apparently, this thought visited him, but, as they say, he didn’t believe in himself As a result, he said: "How do we catch?" Can we? These “Midlo” will not spoil our fighters' faces? ”To which Mikhalych somehow twisted his fist in the air and repeated:“ Spyimaemo. ” The sight of a fist the size of a sledgehammer that flashed through the air, or the conviction in the foreman’s voice gave everyone confidence, so the Combat gave "good", moreover, he said that he would give all possible help.
A small retreat. At that time, the Rambo film was not yet so popular with us, since “Vidic” was just emerging, but the “continuation” story, which was published for a long time in “Soviet Warrior,” about American green berets. One of the characters bore the name Midlo.
As a result, very soon Mikhalych took a freelance position - a zamkombat for anti-saboteurs work ... and very quickly began to act.
First, he appreciated all the pros and cons of our situation. The area was located in the forest plantation, which had open areas on both sides - the edge. It was at one of them that Mikhalych decided to act. A position for PAK-200 was prepared at the very border of the district, and an NP was deployed alongside one of the pines, and the equipment was carried out at night, and a telephone was carried there. But most importantly, Mikhalych went to the location of the reconnaissance company and returned from there not one, but with the reconnaissance unit at the BRM. That's what good personal relationships mean ... Well, and then everything developed so. I tell from my point of view, since on that day I was “responsible” and everything happened before my eyes and with my participation ...
Immediately after the end of the dinner, PAC moved to a new position and the action began. Mykhalych and the commander of the domestic brigade launched such a vigorous activity that everyone soon learned about this, as the “wonderful” smell of Ukrainian borsch and shashlyk began to spread, and as evening approached, the smell spread with every minute. farther and farther ... including outside the region. When I asked Mikhailovich: “What are we catching?”, Then I heard an answer, which struck me with its life simplicity. "So they are already day after day running through the forests and fields, not really eating, now someone will appear."
The fact that the "cunning plan" worked, we learned somewhere in half an hour, before dark. From the NP, where two sergeants sat all day long - tank commanders. Accurately and briefly, they reported that they saw the movement of three people in "camouflage", and now this trinity is in a birch "chopping" in 300 meters from us ... It remains to "slam the mousetrap". The motorized rifle platoon, the scouts and our company were alarmed. “Bekhi” and BRM rushed at speed from our region, surrounding and cutting off the “victims” escape routes, the fighting vehicles alternately stopped and the infantrymen, creating a cordon, poured out of them. A chain of tankers moved from the district, reconnaissance led by Mikhalych from the rear of the peg "wool". In short, at that moment, when the BMP with the battalion commander and intermediary flew up to us, we had “clients”, which was fixed by the intermediary. The "catch" was one junior sergeant and two privates, all conscripts ...
Half an hour later, Mikhalych personally fed the “prey” with borsch, sighing softly. When I asked him: “What's wrong, Mikhalych?”, I heard in response: “Why, the platoon commander will get the guys for“ flying ”, they will take off the company with“ twenty skins ”...” Weird people , on that and stand ...
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