By the day of the Border Guard, I want to tell you about two cases, or stories, as you like. I myself was born, raised and live in one of the settlements of the Far East, one side of which smoothly passes and rests against … SIS. The system of engineering structures, for those who do not know. These are rows of barbed wire, the KSP is a control strip, and a number of other problems in terms of assistance in protecting the state border. Behind the PCB are our fields and just as smoothly turn into Chinese fields. Now it is clear that the border is with Russia and the PRC. At present, the Chinese side has also erected their "fence" of beautiful, under the granite pillars with rows of barbed wire.
When this story happened, the KSP was only ours, i.e. Soviet.
I am taking you to the distant 70-80s. And only our border guards guarded the border. No one in China and no one from China. They guarded both for themselves and for the Chinese. So, to one of the N-POGZ - border outpost, of the N-border detachment, they were transferred to the post of the head of the outpost from another outpost, which had already served, Art. l-ta and call him Alexander. The name, like everything written, is real.
On one of the following days, the new start of the outpost, after throwing out the detachments along the border, returned home in a "shishiga" or "shekha" (in a scientific way, GAZ-66), to the outpost. We drove along the line. The head is new, the section of the border has not yet been studied, but the soldier was driving him in the autumn at the DMB. Autumn is conditional for the border guards, as a rule, the guys left late, until they hand over the position, until they send people from the training, while they "train" them to the position … It's good if they got home for the New Year.
As they drive, they see that there is a group of Chinese people in one of the fields. In those years you cannot look at them without tears. It is not known what is more on them, holes or clothes. Alexander commands "To the left! We take the Chinese!" The driver, as taught, unquestioningly obeys the order. A couple, three minutes and they jump to a group of Chinese. They grumbled something on their "bird", there was no time to listen and did not understand what they were "pawing" They jumped out, whom they tied, who ran away. They threw the violators on the floor "shokhi". They were going, they saw a group of Chinese in front again. Alexander again gives the command - "Take!"
This time the laconic Siberian driver says: "Comrade senior lieutenant, we will recruit a lot of them here, we are on the CHINESE SIDE!" And as described above, our fields and the Chinese were located nearby, they were separated at best by a primer, i.e. dirt road.
They released the Chinese, arrived at the POGZ, and then it began. The Chinese, of course, very quickly reported everything to their respective authorities, and … the Chinese summoned them for negotiations. They threw out the flag on their tower. Negotiation. A note of protest with all the ensuing consequences for Alexander. He was saved by the fact that he was new, did not know the section of the border. So, after that Alexander gets into HISTORY. "History of the Border Troops of the KGB of the USSR".
These are very voluminous books and works from all the borders of our former USSR. And there are several lines about him in one of the books. Maybe someone will read this and understand that what I have written is not a story, but a living history.
And if you are not tired of reading, briefly about the second incident in the life of the border troops. It also happened to my friend, his name is Vladimir. This time, it was very far from our place, in Afghanistan. He falls as part of one of the maneuver groups (maneuvering group), the commander of the "boots" unit. In the slang of the fighters, this is SPG-9. The guys were shooting a lot, there was just as much ammunition, they didn't count. And I must admit it did not go for nothing, and the calculations were shooting excellently.
The fighters themselves, with the help of a file, a hammer and some kind of mother, altered the sighting devices to increase the firing range. On a dispute, and at stake a can of "condensed milk" fell into a wild camel or a "spirit" horse that ran away at the limit of range, with one grenade.
In one of the operations to destroy a caravan with weapons, Vladimir, with a unit of "boots", fired fragmentation. They piled on the glory of "spirits", and they went to Pakistan, the border was nearby. And the guys, carried away by shooting, began to beat on Pakistani territory. The command "Stop fire!" was already belated. And also with one of the belated grenades, they saw through the optics that they were in the "spiritual" hut. At the end of the trajectory, the grenade flew right through the door. Explosion. Pieces of something, someone and so on, were splashed into the windows, doors and through the roof, which accompanies the explosion "smoke, stench, then fire!"
Unfortunately for Vladimir, high officials from the Union were present on the neighboring slopes. There were some "fathers commanders" who came for a short time, some for an order, some for a position, some for a rank. Well, God be their judge! But they also had binoculars and saw the end of this operation.
International scandal !!! Volodya for one place, and to the Union. Shoulder straps. Sledak has already started a case, rubs his hands, there is a "jackdaw" for him. Volodya prepared for the worst. It's no joke - a tribunal. But … our hero has a Guardian Angel. A cipher comes in. It turns out that ours and not ours (Khadovskaya) intelligence, give them all health, learned that in the sakla, where the grenade landed, there was a "gangway" of irreconcilable leaders of the spirits. Whether they were going to drink some tea, or they were waiting for the result from the passage of the caravan, or they started some next nasty thing against us, now no one knows for sure. But this gap mowed about a dozen "spirits", and as he said, not simple. They buried their "madjs" there until nightfall.
To our Vladimir shoulder straps to the place and to Moscow. They were awarded the Red Star. True, they forgot to apologize, but at that time was it important …
All the guys of border guards, whom I know, and there will be a couple of platoons of them at least with a holiday. Happy Border Guard Day! Health, health and health again, and the Motherland and friends will not forget.
