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Army life - humor and the hardships that life.
He remembered one funny story from my past army.
I decided to share it with you.
Somebody scratched his head, too, remember that it cheerful or kazusnoe and
Accomplish your goal in this post (post) -)
When this incident occurred, the protagonist of this story whisper
hissed in my ear:
- What would not a soul knew about it! And not understand.
Many years have passed and I rented secrecy.
I served in the Airborne Forces in Gaydzhunae uchebke, near Kaunas.
The call was autumn, so jumping training with AN-2 took place in the winter. On his second dive we went about 10 kilometers from their barracks pёhom. Boots attached to the belt (which would not have fallen to the ground during the jump), warm fur pants and jacket with shaggy collar. Hats with earflaps tied under the chin (br preservation of lines). Parachutes on vzlёtke dressed.
We stand for ships (rank of 9 students) and are waiting for verification uniforms. Zam. battalion commander checked our system - a step forward. And here comes the hour of X ... Now we (audited) hostage army rules. Failure can not go on any other way povodu- officers pulls the ring from the spare and you're not playing.
And this is - you do not parachute jump and do not get it for 10 rubles statements. I stand then admire in the winter sun, listening to the roar of engines An-2 and counting in your mind - how much is left before landing. Then my eyes rested on the front rows of boots ... that danced incomprehensible to me the rhythm of the dance. Lifting eyes realized that something wrong is happening with the comrade -)) is inclined slightly forward and checking his liver much fist, I whisper a question: - What is it, froze? With a red face (or omitted from the frost, or omitted from attempts) Comrade twisting eyes around and not noticing the curious, breathing heavily and krehtya mumbled: - Sergei, stomach rages, right up to the colic. Goosebumps on his back with a horse's head. I want the toilet, like a bear fight. What ???
Tricky question. Waste from building not moget ... Before planting more of my predictions 40 minutes Required to him the following items: - Be patient, do not wait for help from.
The dance lasted 20 minutes All this time I mentally sympathetic martyr, but nothing more could not help him. And then I look, froze my friend and steam Excessive earflaps for it. 10 Seconds turned to me grin pale face, breathed the following items: - All fucked up ... come. What would not a soul knew about it! And not understand. They will say supposedly peretruhal jump.
As I was sorry to see him. The 15-degree frost, he still stood for 20 minutes in line, I went into the cabin of the aircraft, plopped down on the harnesses (bbl-ppp), waited when "Anushka" will rise to 800 meters, got up to open the door, screaming and blindly stepped over the threshold, 3 seconds (as a cat slop) somersaulted in the air before opening the parachute, dynamic impact felt across the webbing between his legs and began to enjoy a three-minute flight to the ground.
"Marine eagle 3 minutes, the rest of the horse".
I landed on fresh fallen snow, gathering the parachute in the bag, backpack and throwing on the nape went limp to the assembly point for the delivery of military equipment. 40 minutes for a long time I looked at the faces of approach by all the huge field of cadets that would see the their "wounded" a fellow student. He did not know it would be a sin. His gait was like peredvezhenie tsyrkulya map measuring the distance from point A to point B. Legs straight with stiff knees, his face haggard prisoner.
And we had another 10 km march - throw to the side. I realized he did not get to the part, without disclosing their problems out loud. Running up to meet him and I grabbed the bag in an order and advised him to limp oykat. Ostensibly badly sprained his leg on landing.
Our plan worked. Platoon saw the victim sent us to ship parachutes to the Urals. And the three of us (one vsyotaki boots come off in flight, the benefit of woolen socks were hazing) plunging property went to state-owned body, hiding from the wind among the parachutes in part.
A relieving Ural my friend with the trouble he has mastered. Cold shower and an kaptёrschikom completed this hellish day for him.
I am sure many people have a story to tell or a funny cheerful of army life. Let's write this post, laugh together and discuss-history. -))
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I decided to share it with you.
Somebody scratched his head, too, remember that it cheerful or kazusnoe and
Accomplish your goal in this post (post) -)
When this incident occurred, the protagonist of this story whisper
hissed in my ear:
- What would not a soul knew about it! And not understand.
Many years have passed and I rented secrecy.
I served in the Airborne Forces in Gaydzhunae uchebke, near Kaunas.
The call was autumn, so jumping training with AN-2 took place in the winter. On his second dive we went about 10 kilometers from their barracks pёhom. Boots attached to the belt (which would not have fallen to the ground during the jump), warm fur pants and jacket with shaggy collar. Hats with earflaps tied under the chin (br preservation of lines). Parachutes on vzlёtke dressed.
We stand for ships (rank of 9 students) and are waiting for verification uniforms. Zam. battalion commander checked our system - a step forward. And here comes the hour of X ... Now we (audited) hostage army rules. Failure can not go on any other way povodu- officers pulls the ring from the spare and you're not playing.
And this is - you do not parachute jump and do not get it for 10 rubles statements. I stand then admire in the winter sun, listening to the roar of engines An-2 and counting in your mind - how much is left before landing. Then my eyes rested on the front rows of boots ... that danced incomprehensible to me the rhythm of the dance. Lifting eyes realized that something wrong is happening with the comrade -)) is inclined slightly forward and checking his liver much fist, I whisper a question: - What is it, froze? With a red face (or omitted from the frost, or omitted from attempts) Comrade twisting eyes around and not noticing the curious, breathing heavily and krehtya mumbled: - Sergei, stomach rages, right up to the colic. Goosebumps on his back with a horse's head. I want the toilet, like a bear fight. What ???
Tricky question. Waste from building not moget ... Before planting more of my predictions 40 minutes Required to him the following items: - Be patient, do not wait for help from.
The dance lasted 20 minutes All this time I mentally sympathetic martyr, but nothing more could not help him. And then I look, froze my friend and steam Excessive earflaps for it. 10 Seconds turned to me grin pale face, breathed the following items: - All fucked up ... come. What would not a soul knew about it! And not understand. They will say supposedly peretruhal jump.
As I was sorry to see him. The 15-degree frost, he still stood for 20 minutes in line, I went into the cabin of the aircraft, plopped down on the harnesses (bbl-ppp), waited when "Anushka" will rise to 800 meters, got up to open the door, screaming and blindly stepped over the threshold, 3 seconds (as a cat slop) somersaulted in the air before opening the parachute, dynamic impact felt across the webbing between his legs and began to enjoy a three-minute flight to the ground.
"Marine eagle 3 minutes, the rest of the horse".
I landed on fresh fallen snow, gathering the parachute in the bag, backpack and throwing on the nape went limp to the assembly point for the delivery of military equipment. 40 minutes for a long time I looked at the faces of approach by all the huge field of cadets that would see the their "wounded" a fellow student. He did not know it would be a sin. His gait was like peredvezhenie tsyrkulya map measuring the distance from point A to point B. Legs straight with stiff knees, his face haggard prisoner.
And we had another 10 km march - throw to the side. I realized he did not get to the part, without disclosing their problems out loud. Running up to meet him and I grabbed the bag in an order and advised him to limp oykat. Ostensibly badly sprained his leg on landing.
Our plan worked. Platoon saw the victim sent us to ship parachutes to the Urals. And the three of us (one vsyotaki boots come off in flight, the benefit of woolen socks were hazing) plunging property went to state-owned body, hiding from the wind among the parachutes in part.
A relieving Ural my friend with the trouble he has mastered. Cold shower and an kaptёrschikom completed this hellish day for him.
I am sure many people have a story to tell or a funny cheerful of army life. Let's write this post, laugh together and discuss-history. -))
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