My rank falls into the conventional category of "mid-level officers." There are state and other awards, but I do not regard awards as something significant. I know many guys who are worthy of awards, but did not receive. And I know people who received them "for the aggregate of merits." There are no significant awards for me. Probably, the age has not yet come when you are proud of the awards and walk with them, sticking out your chest. They hang on a dress uniform, and I see them 1-2 times a year when I wear it to some special events. The rest of the time I somehow don’t think about them and don’t even remember. Like all guys, in principle.
What are the special forces talking about?
You know, actually, it's quite difficult to deal with such a flow of communication. They write to me a lot of just kind words, this is about 70% of all messages that come to the mail, vkontakte, and drugs. Another 10% are requests to react to some event and express their opinion about something. About the same amount are curses and tearing off my veils, with evidence that I am undoubtedly cursed. Having proved to me like two or two that I am not real, people calm down and leave without annoying me anymore. Especially stubborn ones scribble something in their blogs about what kind of propaganda project I am (as a rule, I blocked the opportunity for them to tryndet on my blog, so they do not have many options). Where did the other 10% go? In the category "miscellaneous". This is not counting the comments.
It seems to me that such non-indifference to me is due to the fact that I tear some templates. Some overly patriotic citizens think the conversation between the two fighters looks like this:
- Do you love the Motherland, comrade?
- Oh, I love you very much, comrade!
- I dream of dying for the Motherland.
- And I. I shake your hand, friend!
Some people think that we speak like this:
- The main thing is that the people do not wake up and understand what the regime is hiding from them!
- Oh, no, if the people understand and rise up, we will have to shoot ourselves or go over to their side. We will not be able to maintain a criminal regime for long.
- Yes, it will be terrible. Shall we go today to kill bystanders who are innocent of anything?
- Have we not yet fulfilled the plan to kill the innocent? Then let's go, but first we'll have some vodka.
In fact, our conversations are so mundane that if you heard them, all this coating of gilding would fly off my blog in the blink of an eye. Yes, we don't talk much, we have already told each other everything, everyone already knows everything. I can even guess the lines of my comrades sometimes. We do not conduct heated disputes and disputes, we do not educate each other in terms of patriotic chatter. Do you think I'm really such a chatterbox, like the blog? Yes, I can say at most 100 words in a day. And these words are enough for me. In short, we are not what many people imagine. Neither plus nor minus.
And yes, this blog is my personal one. He is not spetsnaz in general, not our unit, but my personal one. It's just that I have such a place of work and I can show something related to it. But in all other respects, these are my thoughts. And not all of my comrades agree with them. How many people, so many opinions. Therefore, I put, I put, and I will put on the Nazis, radical Islamists, schizophrenics and other stoned people who believe that since my blog has become popular, I now MUST (save Russia, smash corrupt officials, draw attention to problems). My anti-Caucasian, Russophobic, pro-Putin, Ossetian, infidel and simply stupid blog remains my personal. Bdymts!
Shoot. No options
I am shocked by the number of people who talk about shooting as a common thing. They pass verdicts so easily, talk about the shooting so calmly that it is immediately evident that they did not shoot at people and have no idea what it is like. It seemed to me that when I looked at the first bandit I killed, something would break off in me, the world would start spinning before my eyes, I suddenly realize that I had taken my life, in short, as they describe it in books … Figs there. The strongest feeling was surprise at my own indifference. We shot at each other, and here I have proof that I can shoot better. But there is one "but". I know for sure that I could not have shot an unarmed person. I could, of course, if there was such a problem as, for example, in the movie "Saving Private Rhine". I don’t understand at all what they were stupid about. He is an enemy, you cannot take a prisoner with you, you cannot let go. There is only one way out and it is obvious.
But just like that, when there is no such urgent need … just put it against the wall, shoot. I couldn't. And I could not intentionally kill an innocent person. These are completely different levels. I just don't understand how people can write - shoot everyone. What is this, general insanity? Who are these people? What is this secret Sonder team? Did you outplay the counter-strike? Kindergarten, damn it, disgusting to read. Balaboly, blah. If a person were killed in cold blood in your presence, you would probably have treated your nerves with electricity for half your life. But writing about mass executions is so simple. For you, of course, it's simple - I pulled a bullet out of my head, loaded a shotgun with it and shot it. Only without this bullet in your head, you will perceive everything completely differently, heroes, damn it.
Checking the passport regime in the North Caucasus
We sometimes do passport checks. I have the impression that they are being started solely so that we do not relax while there are no active events. Despite the fact that the event is generally quite peaceful, everything happens as if at any moment a bird could fly out.
In 2011, when checking the passport regime in Verkhniye Alkuny, three people were killed - the head of the riot police and two FSB operatives. Instead of a passport, they were shown a queue from a machine gun. As a result of the clash, the house burned down completely. The ruins remind - don't relax.
The dude seems to be hinting at the APC - if you touch the operas, you will deal with me …
From house to house …
Additional control - from a bird's eye view
We enter quietly, culturally, cordon off the territory and modestly control the sectors.
We cover each other, naturally … Everything is as it should be. Better to be safe than to blink and say: "We didn't expect …"
And again to another house, where everything is repeated …
The people in Alkuny specialize in bees. There is an apiary in almost every yard.
Abandoned and unfinished houses are enough. About half of all buildings, if not more.
From the series "If you want to live, you will not be so hot"
Cellars, awnings …
_The same, side view)) _
This is how it looks from my position. Terrible man!))
They check, and we control …
In short, I got sick of uploading pictures. To be continued.
What is a soldier's happiness
I've only tested it twice. This is incomparable. When they shoot at you, it is at you, and they miss. It is impossible to describe this euphoria. No matter how many personal achievements you have, only such a mistake of another person can raise you to the highest seventh heaven of happiness. Here's a second and you don't even have time to understand anything, you just stand there staring. You are not scared, you are not numb. I just realized that now is all, the end. And a shot sounds, and then a turn. The one who shot you lies in a pool of blood, and you feel yourself - and not a scratch. And then you see a hole in the back of the wall and you realize that the bullet passed between the arm and the body. Just like the puck into the goal - it found free space and slipped.
And then you are covered with adrenaline, and a feeling of boundless happiness, and everything around you becomes brighter, more beautiful … Luck rushed to you and passionately kissed you right on the lips. If just bullets whizzed over your head - that's not it. And when the bullets entered the shield, it was also not right. Only when they shoot at you from a short distance. And then you experience this happy moment for a long time. This is so damn nice … You are not a great chess player, but suddenly you accidentally checkmate the world champion. Can you imagine? This is not your merit, it is his mistake. But the bottom line is important.
You lost, but you won …
No, they didn't shoot at me today. I just remembered …
Checking the passport regime in the North Caucasus continued
As promised, I'm posting the continuation of the photos from the passport check in Verkhniye Alkuny. In general, the village is peculiar. Residents react to armed people absolutely calmly. Moreover, in every home it is sure to sound: "Maybe some tea?"
Some go even further and troll the operas:
- When will you buy honey?
- When the salary is given, then I will buy it, - the opera jokes.
- Take it now, you will bring the money later …
The operas fly out of the yard amid the laughter of the owner …
But work is work. While they try and check their passports, we check the territory
See, I can do it without hands!
Mountain does not converge with mountain … Stunning views …
It's a pity to enjoy them too much …
But look - a tree covered with greenery. But this is not his native greenery. It is affected by some rare type of parasite, which is found only in Ingushetia and in a couple of other regions. From a distance, it seems that the branches are covered with bird nests.
This is what this parasite looks like up close:
We examined it and went on …
And I will lie down … (c)
Ruins of Ingush towers
Cows graze along the road and are not particularly scared …
We load ourselves so as not to hit our legs in vain …
The answer to the question is whether the fighter on the roof is tired of climbing back and forth. He still rides on the roof, so he is not tired
That I am all about us, but about us … In the neighboring village, meanwhile, there is a measured life. Children go to school …
Sami, along the road. Independent …
More babies …
And this is a kid in one of the houses who sees us off. There are not many entertainments in Verkhniye Alkuny, but there is such a stir here … “Who are you? Come on, goodbye!"
And here are two girlfriends. One treats the other with sweets. Mi-mi-mi …
The boys in the school yard are playing football …
The grass along the road is burning. Trample down the fire just in case
Well, here, in fact, are all the pictures. Normal measured life. And you, I suppose, thought that in Ingushetia a terrorist sits on top of a terrorist and drives a terrorist?
How the special forces work at the cleanup
As a rule, the work of spetsnaz in the address looks as follows in the eyes of the layman: a crowd of heavily armed armored types in masks flies in, yells wildly, puts everyone on the floor, and so on. Everyone is terrified, shocked and trance. In practice, everything looks different. As a rule, if there is an armed bandit in the house, then the house is blocked and women, children and all other innocent people are taken out, and then the address is cleaned up.
But when there is a scheduled search of addresses, the opera is brainwashed every time: enter carefully - there is a sick grandfather, there are small children, do not frighten me. Naturally, our work does not imply delicacy, but in any case, it is better not to frighten people when inspecting or searching people.
For the sake of fairness, it should be said that Ingush children are not shy at all. Armed guys arouse curiosity rather than fear in them. But when the house is searched, the alarm of the elders is transmitted to the children. They already look not with curiosity and interest, but with apprehension and incomprehension. All the usual way of life flies to hell, the house is full of strangers who, with a concentrated look, rummage through personal belongings. Some freaks like to hide weapons and ammunition in children's clothes, hoping that they will not look very carefully for the opera there.
Asks operas from an accomplice:
- How many children do you have?
- Four. All daughters …
- And what were you thinking? Now they will put you in jail, who will feed them?
The detainee sighs and lowers his eyes.
I roughly understand what he was thinking. That, perhaps, they will not be caught. The Ingush perhaps beats the Russian, like a trump ace over a ten that cannot be trumped. This is such a hellish irresponsibility to your family that you are simply amazed. Is it in the Caucasus where family is the most important thing? Relatives, perhaps, will not leave the family completely to the mercy of fate, but they still will not replace their father …
- Why do I feel sorry for your children, but you do not?
- And I'm sorry…
- And if you're sorry, why did you get into all this?
-It's a fool because …
Fool or not, but were smart enough to give birth to 3-4 children? Now they watch as the folder is taken away in handcuffs. You fool, imagine how they feel now! Is it worth the money you made helping the bandits? Of course, blah, what a crime it is to take things in one place, take them to the forest and leave them at the right time in the right place. "I didn't kill anyone …". You did not kill - they will kill. If not today, then tomorrow. And other children will be just as hurt as yours today. The difference is that you will stay alive and these children will be orphans.
The child's pain is always ten times stronger than your own. When a child hurts, I personally feel his pain with such acuteness, as if my heart were being cut with razors. I don't care whose child it is. I would gnaw the throats of the bastards who bully children. I would choke the bastards with my own hands, without remorse. Illusory ideas remain so from century to century, and the child cries here and now. If you gave birth to a child, you took responsibility for his fate. If he is happy, you will be happy too. And vice versa - you will never be happy if your child suffers …
If this whole bastard, who dug in holes, which drags them to devour there, at least once thought about what has a real value in this life, there would be no terrorist attacks. But zombies are incapable of thinking. They are only able to move, devouring all living things in their path.
About the crowd and solo vocals
I love reading the Bible in general, despite my atheism. I perceive it as a collection of parables, good philosophical principles, formulated in accessible language. This is a very instructive book. Take, for example, the scene of the execution of Christ. The crowd shouted "Crucify him, crucify!" and she didn't care what Christ was being judged for and whether he deserved this punishment. The crowd did not care what the man at whom Pilate was pointing his finger had done. It is curious that a few whoops who were the first to shout, formed public opinion, and pronounced an unambiguous and final judgment on Christ. Evaluate the chip - Christ was crucified on the basis of a democratic choice. The people decided so …
Note, a little earlier Jesus predicted all this, warning others: "Do not throw pearls in front of the pigs, for, having trampled him, they will rush at you." He knew how it would all end, where his sermons and parables would lead. It is quite possible that he hoped that this cup would pass him … The trouble of Jesus Christ is that he addressed a man, and the high priests addressed the crowd. He was new to this field, unlike them. The crowd judges and determines the future, but not the person. The episode in the film "To Kill the Dragon" is remarkable, when the Archivist during the riots asks the man who sets fire to an overturned cart: "Why is this?", And he replies: "I am fighting."
- With whom?
- With everyone. For happiness and freedom.
And the Archivist puts on a blindfold so as not to see what is happening around. The very bandage that he was able to remove thanks to the "revolutionaries". The man closes his eyes, yielding to the crowd …
That's why I don't like the choir. I prefer solo vocals.
"Arab Spring" in Russian
Syria, Iraq, Egypt, Libya, Tunisia, Bahrain, Yemen broke out almost simultaneously. And in general, this does not seem strange to anyone. The ideology of the Arab Spring looks like this - they got tired of enduring and suddenly they all got excited at the same time and went to overthrow their governments. Let's take Egypt. There, a wave of mass street performances began strictly after Friday prayers. Doesn't it seem strange to anyone? Has Egypt calmed down after the overthrow of the government? No. Doesn't it seem strange to anyone? We take Syria. There were quietly smoldering contradictions in the country. Who blew on the coals? Why was the crowd suddenly so organized and well-armed? Even regular troops always have problems with coordination and control, and then suddenly the crowd of protesters turned into well-managed armed units.
Syria and Libya were drenched in blood by the very peoples inhabiting these states. In general, dictatorial methods of government did not allow internal conflicts to flare up. As soon as the regime weakened, conflicts began to be resolved in the most primitive way - massacres. There is no need for intervention and occupation. You just need to blow on the coals. Imams became the direct performers of this in Arab countries. But they are not in control of the process. The imams here play the role of the initiating device in the bomb. But who planted the bomb? Quid prodest - look for who benefits (lat.).
The most interesting thing about this is that no one created these internal problems for the Arab states. They arose on their own and did not dare, but were only suppressed, were left for later on the principle "maybe it will resolve itself." The beneficiaries of all this did not even have to spend much. Just blow lightly on the coals. The economic potential of the Arab countries (already insignificant) has been completely undermined. Control is lost. The terrorist attack in Syria with the victims of 50-70 people killed does not impress the world community. Everyday business - civil war …
The saddest thing about this is that in Russia there are also enough such contradictions. And they will be used without fail. Have you missed a project with electoral fraud and corruption? You can try to play off the Caucasus with the rest of Russia. It seems to me that this path is more promising. Even in my blog, I came across its implementation - users from the Czech Republic, Israel, Estonia, Germany, etc. whined in comments, how tired they were of enduring the Caucasian lawlessness on the streets of Moscow. And I entered into discussions with them, proved something, until they wrote to me in a personal: "Fool, look at their IP addresses and information in their blogs." The worst thing is that no one pays attention to this. That is, we were blown on the coals of corruption and election fraud, now on the coals of the Caucasus. And every time it is a surprise for the authorities, a surprise!
Someone up there, open your eyes, suptel!
Why doesn't special forces always take terrorists alive?
All the time I come across the same questions in comments. Why are we not trying to take the terrorists alive and why do such professional special forces, superior to the bandits in weapons and training, have losses? In fact, both of these issues are interconnected.
A combat mission is set. The commander reads a combat order. And at the end he says: "We need to take it alive …". And then everyone is listening intently - will he say a very important ending: "… if it works out." Because when the opera is very stubbornly insisting on taking it alive, it means that you have to get out, risk the lives of the soldiers for the sake of the information that the opera wants to receive from the detainee. At the same time, we are not told how important it is and for what it is all. Just "needed alive" and that's it.
Any bandit knows that he walks on thin ice. He is not informed of when he will be taken. Therefore, he is always ready, always waiting for capture. Naturally, his nerves are strained. He can start firing at any suspicion of danger. Or start scattering khatabkas. Even they are specially worn with a broken antennae, so that there is no need to waste time on the ring - he pulled them out of the pouch and immediately threw them away. And this nervous creature must be taken alive. I am already silent about the suicide belt and other gadgets, such as khataboks, glued in the groin area with adhesive tape. The bandits don't trust anyone, not even each other. I remember several cases when they killed their own people at the slightest suspicion.
Therefore, the most unpleasant task is when it is necessary to take it alive. And here the question is, which will win - instinct or the fulfillment of a combat mission. Read from my friend and colleague about Seryoga Ashikhmin (Yakut). During a special operation in Kazan, he covered himself with a grenade. Do you think that in that situation everyone stood in a stupor and looked at her? I'm sure everyone there would have covered it with themselves, it's just that Sergei's reaction was better. Sometimes, when you are in training, you will do something clearly and beautifully and ask "Well, how?". And in response - "Too good for a living." The better you are, the more chances that you will have to sacrifice yourself. And Yakut was prepared a little better than the others. This allowed him to close his comrades first. Not for the sake of the hero's star posthumously - such a reward will not warm the dead in any way. Here are your comrades and you are the closest to a grenade and you have a second to make a decision. An ordinary person will save his life. The spetsnaz fighter is alien. Instinctively. I am sure that the task was to take them alive there, but the attempt was unsuccessful. When people tremble with fear and flinch at every rustle, it is very difficult to take them by surprise.
There are idiots who shout at the video - this is murder, you should have made a knyxen and made a polite offer to go hand in hand to the department. The same people enthusiastically perceive the death of employees and applaud our losses standing up. But moral monsters have always been and always will be, this cannot be changed. Someone goes under the bullets, and someone at this time spits in the back, saying that it is cruel to shoot back - throw them daisies. I don't even want to answer such freaks. It is useless to prove something. We can only listen to the words of the commander and wait for the coveted end of the phrase - will we exchange our lives for valuable information …
