Day of the Tankman
Sometimes tank crews
On ... Tankie Day,
Celebrate this holiday in nature, and not in the park of combat vehicles.
Yes, there are such Tales ...
On ... Tankie Day,
Celebrate this holiday in nature, and not in the park of combat vehicles.
Yes, there are such Tales ...
We drive along the gullies of the forest road near the Ural River Ufa. I, as a knowledgeable navigator-pilot-navigator of the area, at the helm. Mehan Azamat is near - on the right front siduh ... something is shurudit with his feet, probably looking for pedals, restless hands, probably feeling the friction, a habit. Gunner Dimka sticks out on the back seat of the jeep, put his curious tower between us and asks:
- And where are we going, commander? And gazes at his restless mug in all directions, a habit.
- Not ssy, old woman, we will find the right place marked on the "snail" on the map, there we will slow down ... There is a fish at the rolling stock, and there is a congress to the river.
-Lex, Azamat gave a vote, and this car (the one we are driving), how is it for you? Good?
“I don’t know, bro, I haven’t studied this German all-terrain vehicle yet, I accidentally got it, I don’t even know where its battery is ... under the hood, for sure.”
- wah!
- Do not ssy, Azamat, close to my place of fishing left ...
Dima gave a voice:
- Horseradish in the snipe can not be put on the roof of this tarantayki - no lousy PCT can not withstand the load in the "cradle."
- The people are good at jiving, we are just going fishing. If you don’t like our cart, then the “goat” (UAZ-469) is sleeping under a shed, why didn’t it start?
- Yes, you did not ask.
- Let him sleep, this is my last hope ...
Rzhach three tinned sip on the whole German car.
Here it is, this is the place for fishing ..., the steering wheel to the left, the brake at the precipice in front of the river, just below there is a clearing with a small trampled grass stretching towards the Sunshine ...
- And what, in this shallow water fish be found? Dimon stuck his head curiously into the open window.
- Catch and ask her, what are you asking me, otzuboskalil Alex.
- And “not there” ... well, how is it in Russian ... well, “home” we will go by what car, on this one? Who is behind the levers ... er ... the wheel ... er ... the wheel?
- Do not blame the fog, Azamat, the mechanic of this foreign car will come up a little later, so we’ll catch the fish, relax and drink the water before the belly, the holiday is ...
- And who will be "mehan"?
- My uncle, it is encoded.
- Then it is clear ... Sorry man.
So and I'm talking about ... The crew, to the car!
Eat you for the trinier hrendelpupel!
Friends are crowding around the open trunk, taking bags, bags and backpacks ... dragging all this necessary food into the meadow near the river.
Camp broke for a couple of "sec."
They made little mistakes with fishing rods and maggots on the bait, and with throwing from the rod without loosening the stopper on the spinning reel ... Well, that's fine - who studied for whom ... hehe.
On the first poured, poured ... raised.
- Drink? We drink.
Dry as it is in the pistons ... it's time for the second.
- Drink? We drink.
Well sat down in the bushes, nature will not see us ... Yeah. Yes, there is such a raspberry ...
- By the third? ...
- Guys, let's go raise the mosles up ...
- Ida. Get up, crew.
- Without checking. Drink? ... For OUR ...
Let's drink ... Fucking pump ...
We get up and do not knock, our guys will not get up already ... and will not crush the fish ... And no matter what kind of toast this is with a glass ... eheh.
- The grass is soft on the ground, held a callused palm with a gunner, settling on it.
- Yeah, the grass is soft ...
- drank the third?
- Yes, mehan.
- Fucking pump ...
“It's a shame that the Third has already been drunk ...”
- Yes…
“Fuck who remembers Them ... only we stayed ...”
- Yes…
- Gunner, pour, we will run amok for all of us !!!
- And then, the commander !!!
- “garter” on women's stockings ... well, you understand: the T-72b suspension will endure everything !!!
.........
... Fourth, fifth ... Fucking pump, how is it ... drinking?
-Give up.
- Do not rain ...
Rzhach the entire crew on the banks of the great Ural River.
- Fishing rods like?
- Yes, to hell with them, fishing rods - drink?
- Drink.
.........
And now you can eat.
- Damn where fat? But ... found near the bread.
- Duck, what about fishing rods?
- Ida will see what you ask me, I am not a rear man who knows everything.
- Oh, I caught something! What kind of birch bark on my hook is Dimka, flushing red, bending over wriggling fish in the sand ...
- Okunek. You have him off the hook and throw it in the tank ...
Ida on the meadow.
It is difficult to translate into a normal language what we later talked about and what we did ... But I will try ...
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Four hours passed.
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Report of a mechanic crawling from behind bushes (in nature from the toilet) to the crew, located near the fire on Tankman Day:
- “There is no blood in the diesel current flowing through the veins, there is MT-16p in the joints under the necessary pressure, Litol-24 is pressed into vomit, the oil separator is cleaned, the key is removed! Mountain brake stands out, MZN is working, there is “Air”. Ready to fight with any enemy !!! Pour, and ...?, Fiends ...!? Reception. "
The answer of the crew throwing potatoes under the embers of the fire:
- “When I’m crawling ... crawling on all fours in a splash drunk, but ... it goes“ along the gyro-semi-compact ”, it means our mechanic is still alive, requiring it to be poured ... And it’s better to put a bottle in my teeth so as not to spill fuel ... , glasses "do not channel" ...
Because we ourselves, to be honest, on the full "stabilizer" ... hehe:
The “drive” is turned on, the “worm” is turned off, the “mirror” is unbroken, the “stable” is turned on. “Loading” on “aut” at both towers. “AZ” has not been spent yet, and we still have a portable b / c with us ... Damn, they forgot about the frozen native family !!! Wrong "bottle" of brotherhood, however.
- Crawl here, dear “mech-waters”, our native land, and no matter where you grew up or what kind of faith-nationality. CREW IS US !!! And everything else is not important, give a hand, brother ... Welcome. "
"Crawling" to the crew ... beauty. All "their" here ... It's just ... great ... this is not the right word ... There are no such words, there are only "Living Eyes" and ... MEMORY ... it is somewhere there, in the shed of brains accumulated, i.e. in the "skull" ... Nafik "memory" ... we all did this by some sort of ways ... we don’t know how ... HONESTLY ... It seems that they didn’t bzdavost ... Who knows, he will understand. Point…. Because ... SICK. Forgot. Sailing further ...
Where are we? ... by the fire? "Chekhov no"? ...
I heard the crew vigorous:
- This "Cheburashka" no longer pour ...
In ... the native crew ... okay, jellyfish, I will still lay you asleep in piles as you "turn off" ...
Just a couple of "sec" memory crazy brought back back ...
- Ash tree stump, everything is normal, commander ... You just “stabilized” and “auto” on the Boot did not accidentally turn off ...
- And then we ... sober ...
They all laughed together like horses ... pouring into the next glasses.
Yyy ... not order ... We have to work: we switch the selection switch of ammunition to what is left (hehe, as usual: what is in a fight, what is on drunk) - shamans ... what's in the shells (different "pluses cons "by weight), that in the remaining drink.
Eprst ... beautiful little animal "scribe" in Stack is resting, it is not designed for such a long service ... It's a pity animal, we honestly did not want to ruin it, hairy such and beautiful ... We will bury him with honors, of course, bury and we will cover him with ... Mother Nature's troubles there ...
The trouble is, however ... if we are “fueling” our life with someone we touch ... DEATH is waiting for someone ... for anyone ... for Us or for others ... There is no other way ...
SchA !!! Do not wait !!! While the AZR is not knocked out (and we block them from cans of canned food), we are ALIVE !!!
And always ready for battle. So we were taught. Everything is very simple.
- Crew! To the Boy! ... In fact, what kind of service people are savvy: without fuss and ... clearly aligned in the rank of MUGS ... beauty !!!
A hand with a thumb on the "AZ" ... went "Loading": to whom the bottle, to whom the glass ... well, that came to hand. The “pallet” before the “loading” of someone that “does not need” was thrown onto the machine into the “window” of Nature: there are all sorts of different juices with beer ... backswing back over the head (then we must tidy up).
Glory to the tank crews !!!
We drink all together ...
We have questions ... like a fool of a shag, if we start to ask everything ... all the “mosques” will swell ... even in sobriety and with the assistance of respected Military Research Institutes.
ZHYVY ... happens to be an old woman of the hole ... and ... THANK GOD !!!
But in principle ... why not "talk"? ...
- Azamat, what do you want tank is it necessary?
- I do not understand, Commander ...
- Well, what would you like in the "TURTLE" ??? ... (T-72B)
- Ah-ah-ah .. schA say ... if the engine is wedged with a rupture of the case, pull it out for a very long time - the "guitar" is also hampered by the OPF.
- Damn ... I know myself ... but what else?
- When I look forward, I don’t see anything in the prism, if I don’t rest my forehead on it, but it’s difficult to hold back, when you pass a hundred kilometer on 2000 revolutions and oil temperature can’t be lifted ... well, as it should be ... but ... the back gets a little tired.
- Damn ... you yourself pulled out of the "ice-hole" (the door of the mechanical supply) as canned herring ... and what else?
- “Hero's hatch” would somehow be remade under the harnesses ... it is difficult to get close to him ... you can, but then you have to give up “everything is leverage, pedals” ...
To you (in the tower) get through faster when full boil ...
Something like that, Lexeyjan.
- Dimka, what do you say?
- What are you talking about, commander? The gunner narrowed his eyes, picking the fire with a shovel. Are you talking about what I would like to have on our "Turtle"?
- Yeah.
- Well, you asked ... Do not get the potatoes yet?
- Nope.
“Well, tady will answer ... the sight needs a normal night-time thermal imager, not this infrared camera ... it would be nice to collect everything in one bottle: a prism, a thermal imager and a laser using a rangefinder, I would have thought and reconnected: what is“ to look and how to look ” ...
- Damn ... and more?
- Commander, zafig brains you will decide in vain ... I lured already ... Pour ...
No sooner said than done.
...
We sat around the campfire, looking at the pot ...
- Guys, do you know what I missed?
- What was missing for you? Azamat marveled, having risen on his elbow by the fire, did we hurt you?
- Commander, Lex, what are you talking about? Dimka responded, glancing at the fire ...
- Guys, everything is in order ...
- I've asked what you lacked in the "bug"? So I myself answer my own question: what was missing in the “bug” ...
- Oh, what are you talking about ... Dimka grabbed the air with his lungs.
- Speak, commander, encouraged Azamat, picking his wand in the fire ...
- Ida drink?
- Easy !
...
- I did not have enough "eyes" ... well, I did not see nichrome in TKN !!! And if Dimka “freaks out” with the fluff, I don’t touch the “prism” with my eyes ... I'm not sick. It is better to slip out and see all the current surrounding the "swamp"!
- Communication? Horseradish in snipe sweeter belches on itself vomit, than what I heard on the air ... P-123 ... P-173 ... Heh, do you think that I sent you to a meat grinder by a higher order? No-ee ... According to the internal pressure ... Wrong, all this ..., the anchor in the ass is more understandable than this ...
That's such a crap, lads ... that's such a crap.
- T-95, our secret tank, which the government showed why it was not allowed into production, why its tank crews and civilian “scammers” were not shown?!?!?!
- Oksti, commander, said Dimka, stirring his ear ... Different times, different goals for the herd of commanders of "vshygonyalok" (power) ... To each his own ... nafik we need these sins?
- Yes, I understand everything, Dimon ... Only if the Authority collected all of its oil money and poured it into the purchase of machines for the production of T-95 ... but would convert the science into ... "Science !!!".
Khrushchev, something else shit-all nafik, except for missiles (cut artillery, bastard) !!! But rocket science, he ... b.i., radish raised ... all the money of the national economy was absorbed into the production of rockets. Awesome money for awesome goals - civilian production would obviously be in favor - all sorts of new technologies and other hrendelpupins are damn it ... they really stayed in the economy ... Who was bad? No one. Benefit one in the economy of the country.
- Commander, are you talking about the length of ammunition ?!
- Who's what, and naked about the bath, ugh damn, yes, you're right, and about them, too, brother - but I'm not talking about that ...
“I’m talking about the breakthrough of the military-industrial complex ... There would have been an increase in the economy, if the stabilization fund would have pulped money: into science and re-profiling of machine tools, and new“ cadres ”from vocational schools ... Where will we get from them, locksmiths and craftsmen of assembly shops
- Well, you, commander, bent ...
- Yes, I myself did not understand what space I looked into ... but if they would have invested these grandmothers in the production of the t-95 ... in all the factories ... the whole industry would rise. Here it is ... a real "investment" ...
Dimka chetyrhnul and sneezed in rezun-grass under his nose ...
- A "Armata", the commander ..?
- So that Armata, Dimon - here they will release it for military trials, there we will see ... what kind of young animal is ... for our service.
Azamat raised himself on his elbow and looked up, squinting at the fire:
- Alex, commander, these dangies on T-95 would still steal ... dangies of the state always plunder ... Yortex ... How is it in Russian? It's no use, you're a storyteller ... Sorry, commander.
Yes, Dimka. Yes, Azamat. All ektershi, everything is unclear what and how ...
But as long as there is OUR TURTLE, and as long as there is our CREW, the hell they will get us out of there, but we won't be able to surrender ... This is ... "how."
-Yes, commander;
Yes, the team ...
- Let's drink ?!
- Let's drink, fuel oil, crew !!!
...
- Do you remember, guys (Azamat, it wasn’t in your presence), how were we driven like lice from the storosovs to G ..., and we were craping stuff into the “boxes” of DZ on the move?
Dimka crunched the bones of skinny hands:
- I remember ... but not all the crews managed to do "IT" ...
- Yes ... Therefore, here we are, on the river bank, we cook the soup, and not as ... The Maikop Brigade ...
We got up silently, drank from everything that was, bowed our heads ...
Dimka and I were at the railway station ... along with Jamol.
Sorry Azamat, but ...
I know…
Prayer ... that is what one has according to his soul.
Horseradish in a snipe is sweeter than what we are talking about ... but we catch a fish together ...
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What do we have left? Nothing. Only beer.
Dimon ripped the package with a homemade dried shaklei with his teeth: we will have a snack with dried Ufa fish
The gunner reached out with all his mosley and cracked cartilage:
- Bl., The tank is not on the horizon, sorry ...
- Our tank sleeps like a bear in a den. And it is not necessary that we wake him up ... Only we wake up our tank ... again ... get away from their families ???
Nafik.
Nafik.
Nafik.
So we agreed in threesome ... by the crew ... Let our dear "TURTLE" sleep ...
The way politicians toil with their policies themselves in their own anus, and we will be left alone, a bit zadolbalo ...
Have a drink? Have a drink!
Delicious shakleya ... Still!
As there in our Soviet times they said:
- The flag shaft in your hands;
- Drum on the neck;
- Tune in the teeth !!!
In the war, you politicians, you want to play?
With whom ?
With an external enemy? Easy !!!
With an internal enemy? And who is this? We do not understand.
- Our “Fist” will always be “Fist”, even though the Corey War is at least Simple (not to get used to it) ... we have “slaughter”, “chubby” and “supercharger”!
- Have a drink?
- Let's drink! The empire is alive, while its last soldiers are alive ...
- Yes.
- Did you go to the hospital for a long time for an examination? (my own crew ... I worry, edit them through a tripple stalk).
“Not ... but where is it?”
- What?
- Hospital?
- Got it ... Forget it, talk in the morning and decide ...
- As you say, commander.
A favorable response to the vastness of the Ural air and the ancient river Ufa ...
GLORY TO TANKISTS !!!
- Have a drink?
- Yes, of course, damn, what is there to mess around;
- Let's drink, raised the head mehan !!!
...
Wow and we got it then ...
Suddenly, a bicycle call coming from the village side flew into my ears.
Here, in the Urals, there has never been a war history the existence of mankind and never will be ... it's cold here and iron ore gets very hard ... it is easier to get oil with gas from the ever-frozen Arctic Arctic than we have to dig here ... our business here will definitely die - there is no profit ...
A dry business ... everything about money and money ... Strange they ... Everyone will die, but we will stay ... the cellars with pickles and jams are dug up and filled with everything, we use them every year.
-Yes.
A cheerful bicycle bell has already become fun to dance right in the eardrums.
He raised the tower on a hill and saw Uncle Vasya, who had come for us ...
- Well, walk, guys? He smiled.
- Well, Duc something like that ... Dimka gurgled.
- Hr-hr-hr ... Azamat sighed, buried his nose in rezun-grass.
- Hi, Uncle Vasya, thanks for coming.
Over there, under the rag - the skewers have been set aside.
Ear in the pot.
We melt the baked potatoes themselves, take a stick - pull it out of the fire.
Damn ... I forgot the most important thing ... schA, Uncle Vasya.
Non-alcoholic beer keep ...
The bonfire was burning down, shooting flammable knots.
The wind carried the smell of arable land from the meadows, mixing it with the sharply river aroma of fish air.
Unhurried conversation.
What could be better?
Idyll.
BEAUTY……………….
They began to load all the crap into the car that they dragged along with, plus Azamat was loaded.
Lisaped guys did not forget by themselves.
Uncle Vasya for leverage ... chfu, damn ... behind the wheel.
They drove ... eprst.
Dimka, hanging out on the back of the back, squealed:
- Lyokh, well, here we are going to die, but what about tank ... uk, what about the troops?
Where civilian fuckers, who will be called into our tanks, will they take power? OUR POWER?
- Damn, Dimka, what are you - sobered up? If you ask such questions? Bratka, are you hitting philosophy?
- Damn, commander ... well, but seriously? This is not a huhry-mukhry, but ... TANKS - Our Tanks, b.i! They are ... alive. After all, you cannot tackle a goat on a thug goat ... you cannot twist a fuetus-knicksen.
To revive them - they need to insert their heart to the very ... crap to the torsion of the uterus.
And this is not the main thing. The main thing is to SURVIVE when we work together with the "iron" ...
And who will teach you how to work together with iron? Tactics - edit her, the commander?
Who will teach the rules of survival of people like us, simple pawns - fuel oil, infantry, laces and flyers?
Who will teach them, commander?
- Well, damn, Dim ... give me a paw, brother ...
- Well, what do you say, brother ...
Here we are now sticking up in the middle of Russia and we are feeding on Vodyar, eating kebab with fish soup ... and yelling about how tough warriors we are ...
But right now, at this moment in which we are shaking in this fucking jeep - some mech levels their car in the fleet of combat vehicles on the site, so that the cooling and oil in the morning were normal ... after all, September is already, you never know, and pipets dviglo, if the armor in the right slope put.
- I hope so, Lyokh - Dimka shouted at the top of his throat, clutching his front seats with his hands.
- Dim, do you think that now there are no such laborers, mehans like Jamol and Azamat?
Do you think that there are no such sick gunners like you, who feel the work of a stabilizer and the work of a sight?
Do you think that there are no such comics like me? Which is all but YOU and the task?
Yes, brother ... IS.
It cannot be otherwise, otherwise we would not drink water under a peaceful sky.
- FOR US ALL - FOR TANKERS !!! - Dimka shouted, turning the cork off a bottle of vodka (and where did you find a radish?!?!?!)
- Happy tanker! - Azamat woke up. Guide my oiled glass?
- For Mazut! - I growled, hugging my own CREW ...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TANKIST !!!
This story was written several years ago.
For a long time he could not publish.
It was not edited due to various political events.
No more Dima ...
Brain hemorrhage - hydrocephalus.
The consequence of a concussion received during an explosion, when Jamol died - our first mechanic ...
For a long time he could not publish.
It was not edited due to various political events.
No more Dima ...
Brain hemorrhage - hydrocephalus.
The consequence of a concussion received during an explosion, when Jamol died - our first mechanic ...
Happy Tankista Country!
Raise the glasses.
Remember your loyal sons ...
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