Colonel K. held the position of chief of the missile forces and artillery in our division. Competent, experienced officer, not from the "parquet". He achieved everything himself, with labor and sweat. I remember our joint service only with gratitude! But there are spots on the sun ...
Artillery Day, Chief Artillery Division Colonel K., walked in one of the subordinate units. I let my car go to the unit. He knew, he would order, he would be taken home even on a self-propelled gun. We sat tight, decently took on his chest, it's time to go home. The colonel who had moved over was loaded into the car of the regimental commander and ordered to the driver - drive!
The soldier gave gas and drove.
One did not take into account.
The soldier is young, just started serving, in the division he is still looking for a crap, and he is not happy with his nurse!
Drove drove to the central site, in Mongolia, the locations of our units were called sites, begins to wake the colonel and ask where is your home? Inadequate Colonel could only say
- My house - where are the pines!
The driver toured the site, no pines!
Decides not the playground. He rushed to the other - the same is not!
Traveled the entire division, no pines!
He returned to the old place, began to bring the colonel to his senses, achieved one
- My house, where are the pines!
Again, circling all the sites.
It got dark, in the dark a soldier walks on foot, looking for pines, no damned pines, even cry! The fighter is young, brains do not work properly, there are no fears in my head, there is nowhere to help, cell phones did not yet know. Hang on!
Spitting on everything, the soldier comes to the central platform again, trying to bring the colonel into a state of mutual dialogue, but the result, alas, is the same. Having made another unsuccessful attempt to detect pines, the driver gets into the car and falls asleep next to the colonel.
A soldier wakes up from the "tender" touch of a colonel's fist and a terrible roar
“Fuck, where am I?” Why do I sleep in the car? Why not at home?
The driver starts to babble
“We went all night, searched for pines, searched for your house ... we did not find it, I had to sleep in the car ...”
and looking with frightened eyes at the enraged colonel, finishes him with a question
- And where are the pines, Comrade Colonel?
- Yes, that's THEY!
Having weighed another batt on a fighter, the colonel pulls his finger in the direction of the playground, there, in the center, stands a children's house, made of PINE PINE boards!
- And here is my home!
The colonel's finger turns in the direction of the house, next to which stands the "UAZ".
- Vladimir Golitsyn
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