In one thousand nine hundred and eighty furry year, after working days, on the eve of the weekend, we were sitting with the guys from the brigade in my garage, which was exactly halfway from the factory to the house.
As usual - a pile, a second … And the conversation "for life" poured out. In the brigade, everyone was after the army. Range: from construction battalion to … And, naturally, more attention was paid to those who, as they say, "sniffed the gunpowder", that is. those who rammed off a valid one in the border guards, paratroopers, groups of troops, etc …
A colorful figure, blond, like your grandfather, Andryukha was a calm (and still is) guy, about whom they say "silent". Well, and here it, as they say, "burst":
-What is it!!! So I got a vacation for waking up on time!
-???!!!
-Well, I pulled the strap on the border with China. Left flank, right flank. Cupid, fairway, a year of service behind him, including training … That day we changed the outfit on the right flank. Everything was as usual. But at night the devil pulled the head of the outpost to drag himself to us with a check … Well, we are neither sleepy nor in spirit … I am lying, in short, a cemar, and here somehow I am not at ease. I quietly open my eyes and see two "stilts" against the background of the sky, exactly five meters from me from the side of the border. Well, I think, the scribe! Chinese people have drawn! And the silence is incredible! If you lower the fuse, they will hear! Then I myself, not knowing why, in a whisper say: - Stop, who is coming! And in response, too, in a whisper: Ours! (etc. according to the Charter).
Bottom line: 12 days of home leave, including the road, for excellent service and good camouflage on the ground!
And you say …
