On the godson of the "Military Review" miner Maxim and warehouse misunderstandings. Report №17
I'll start with the warehouses. When I began to compile this material, the situation changed somewhat. But at the beginning of the week, when we began to prepare our next trip, naturally, I did not know about the anathema on the part of the Brain or the closure of warehouses.
But personal claims are personal claims, and the stew is a stew. And no matter how I feel about the Brain, whatever I wrote about him there, the thought that the fighters would have nothing to eat had dominated.
I was aware that the warehouses are empty. That in Alchevsk, that in Donetsk. Well, at least, the Mechanic told me so, and I had no reason not to believe him.
And 17 February, Roman and I started in Donetsk. Where 18 numbers have arrived safely. We drove not by truck, for this there were grounds.
The warehouses were really empty. And it was there that I learned that they were going to close them. But we unloaded what we brought.
Beef stew - 900 cans.
Pasta - 160 kg.
And the parcel from Yaroslav from Buzuluk.
Plus, knowing that there is an influx of volunteers, 10 kg of sugar, 1 kg of instant coffee, 300 tea bags and 10 kg of pasta were brought to the warehouse staff personally and waiting.
A little, but as if expensive egg for Christ's day. More just would not fit. And the warehouses were really empty. So everything will work, I hope.
And to finish the question on warehouses. Here, not everything worked out correctly, because the 19 numbers, after my return, I had a conversation with the Mechanic, who told me that the warehouses would work as they worked, and I can come and unload at any time. He was in Alchevsk 18 and 19, and did not know about my visit. However, already 20, he confirmed that all warehouses are closed, more precisely, they are transferred to someone.
In general, based on the fact that warehouses are closed, and Mr. Mozgovoy voiced his opinion (what about warehouses, what about our personal relations), the question of further supplying the Ghost Brigade is removed from the agenda. But more about this in the end of "Ghost Wars".
Having unloaded, we started the second part of our program without a pause. There were so many wonders ...
I'll start a little from afar. From Voronezh. We have a person in town who is well known in the LC. His name is Valery, he is a military pensioner, SOBRVovets. But from those pensioners who are not exactly in place. So he is involved in the affairs of Novorossia as far as possible. In short, with ears there.
So he threw me a bait on the topic "if you go to Donetsk, will you take my fighter from there?"
In general, it is necessary to treat Valery's pieces as an unexploded landmine. But since the case was seemingly completely routine, I gladly agreed. Indeed, what is this: come to the hospital, pick up a fighter and throw in Voronezh?
Moreover, my device allows you to carry even lying.
That's what I told him. He jinxed. However, he took contact numbers and arrived at the hospital in Donetsk.
Arriving, called the patient and happily announced that I had arrived, move out. In response, he received the information that had stunned us that he was lying. But since Roman and I rode around the 12 clock, it did not immediately reach us, and we went to the police station.
The appearance in traumatology of two red-eyed ghouls in the "hills" was greeted with joy. "Oh, come for Maxim!" So we got to the hero of our story.
Maxim, a native and resident of Lysychansk. Miner. Generally, in the incomplete year that I communicate with the militia, it was the first real miner who fought. Well, they did not come across to me before, even burst.
I went to war last year, in the summer. First I got into the ghost brigade. She left two months later. "There was no combat, but to sit ... well, I didn’t come for it." Then he turned up at the Cossacks. "Everything was normal there, only they began to pester, come on, ascribe, we have only our own everything, or go to the devil." Max left the Kozitsyn and in kind went to Leshem. In the unit "August", where he successfully handled the business until 20 in January of this year.
But that January night, he was lucky. And the 5,45 bullet completely broke the femur and damaged the nerves. And began a month-long hospital epic. First hospital in Alchevsk. They quickly realized that the case is complicated. At first they wanted to take away the leg altogether, but then the doctor felt the pulse in the foot and decided to hold off. And Max was transported to Donetsk.
They set up the Elizarov apparatus, and as far as they could begin to fight for the leg. Here, without any claims, Donetsk is not even a regional center, just a tiny town. Accordingly, the level of the hospital is as follows. Although the hospital has attracted, clean, the elevators are working, visitors walk in shoe covers that they just give out and not sell, from the kitchen in the outhouse it smells like food (and does not stink of food). And the doctors are sociable. At least, foolish questions were answered with angelic patience.
It turned out, however, that all stretchers are completely busy. And we began to load Max into the sit-down gurney. And then, already on the street, load into the car. Miners, they are durable. Maxim hissed, his eyes rolled up, but he kept on well. It is good that he was not heavy, but long. Loaded, in short.
Next was another surprise. The doctor told me that he had been given pain medication. I asked how long it would be. "An hour on 4. Maybe on 5, if you don’t disturb your leg." I quietly fell into the sediment, because 550 km during this time can not fly, in two places there is a repair of the road, and in the afternoon there is always crawling. He asked me to give me one ampoule, and received a reasoned refusal. The patient has been discharged already, and this drug is accountable. The threat of money also had no effect. There are doctors incorruptible ...
In general, we left Donetsk in a "rainbow" mood. Well, that although the passenger placed decently. Glory to the Japanese car industry, the seats could be adjusted as a V-shaped trough, where Max was located quite comfortably. Even fulfilled the dream a month ago - sleep on the right side. In general, the patient conducted himself very well under widening: he did not complain, he slept almost all the way, sometimes he even participated in conversations. We fed him suhpayk chocolates, watered with juices moderately, for the question of physiology in the cold (and Max was wearing a T-shirt and a dressing gown, the rest of the Elizarov’s apparatus did not allow him to wear) was weighty. But - it cost ...
We actually had time. Maxim began to hiss when thirty kilometers remained before the place of unloading.
Valera and Vitaly (deputy chairman of the Union of paratroopers in Voronezh, who co-authored the organization of this event) flew into the hospital, almost immediately caught up, and unloading began. Since the stretcher wheelchair was mined without problems, with the help of simple manipulations with nipples on the wheels, the stretcher stood flush with the seats. And Max flew out of the car, like a cork from a bottle.
He was immediately taken away and dragged to the office. And the next day, Valera told me that Maxim's leg, where there was no piece of bone, broken by a bullet, started suppuration. In Donetsk, they did not see it, but ours discovered right away using ultrasound. So there is no talk about immediate surgery to restore the bone, you first need to remove the inflammation. The doctors said that they brought it very on time - even 4-5 days, and the leg would have to be taken away if it had passed to the bone. And so - after a few months, jumps.
Here's a story. It’s generally pleasant when things are done, done well and on time. When human resources go to a good cause. When Max is a little away from all the twists and turns, we still have to communicate for his military way, for the people with whom he spoke, for the events. He is a really good story-teller; we were disturbed by what he was injected with in the hospital at last. But there will still be plenty of time, so I'm sure there will be something to tell.
Having already returned to the base, I looked through my ledgers with bills of lading and other reports. It turns out that it was an 20 ride under the "VO" flag. 17 reports, because I combined two pre-New Year flights into one, and simply did not write about two trips. The time has not come yet. But still significant.
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