Here's a bummer, colleagues. I wanted it after the abstruse Pelevin, a dashing and simple action movie. I chose it literally by name and annotation, and so I broke off so hard. However, gut to gut, in order.
First the plot. Which is easier? The intrigue, one might say, is academic - the return of the native island (city, village, planet, galaxy), captured by an adversary. Spetsnaz clears the road for the cavalry. How much has been written about this, both in dramatic prose and in SF. But no, the author drowns, in principle, a simple storyline in unnecessary detail, initiating us into the mysteries of cooking, hunting, looting, drug addiction, alcoholism, etc. As a result, about 10% of a lot of text is actually allocated to the in-demand action.
The stage is low and horrible. It looks like either the plan of operation drawn up by a cabinet general, or the combat sheet of the unit, written that way in the 52nd. Basically, a dull and boring presentation of events, of which, as already mentioned, 10% are significant. Even towards the end, when the drive seems to appear, the motivation of the characters' actions is so delusional that there is a minimum of pleasure.
Is this exactly written in 2011? The idea of \u200b\u200bthe Americans, at the level of the pioneer squad of the end of the 30s.
Uninterrupted slovenliness, drug addiction, humiliation of blacks and some mysterious "Eskimos", complete incapacity for military action. How did these poor fellows take the island?
His heroes beat the enemy exclusively with butt blows and a small sapper shovel. But if they already start shooting, 3-4 foes fall from each shot. A short burst puts in a platoon or shoots down 2-3 armored helicopters. Chukchi with a Mosin rifle are enough to disable a military airfield. The entire defense system of the island, including all communications, within a radius of 10 km, two air defense bases, a squadron of boats, anti-submarine obstacles are put out of action by 7 saboteurs who are mired in the cosmsomol consciousness and friendship of peoples. Moreover, without the slightest plans, acting on a whim. Why they were sent to the island, they do not quite know, but being quick-witted, they almost finish off the enemy themselves. If someone dies, then this requires at least a company of marines, or the FBI SWAT (which, in violation of the constitution, somehow ended up outside the territory of the United States?).
And now, when the cavalry arrived in time, as part of 2 airborne battalions, forcing a brigade of marines to surrender, it turns out that the purpose of the operation was a typical crime - the export of platinum dug by the Yankees. In general, I do not recommend it. Waste of time. Pariotism, patriotism, but one should be able to write.
Andrey Zagortsev.
Spetsnaz of the Third World War. Russian trump cards
Part one: Disembarkation
My ears stabbed and became deaf. The noise of the engines came as if through a pillow. There is absolutely no sense in the fact that the group is sitting in the pressurized cabin, although it is a little warmer ... In the window there are only clouds and the sea floating in the rare "windows".
The other two groups are in a huge cargo hold. There you can at least stretch your legs and take a nap. On landing, I and three of my scouts were immediately herded into the pressurized cabin separately from everyone else. The container with the equipment was brought to take off by our KGB officer and the head of the special weapons service. Now I will have to carry this backpack myself. Accepted, carried out a control examination, signed the acts and casually threw a heavy backpack over one shoulder strap. The chief of special equipment, Major Talbukhin, seeing my careless attitude to the backpack, which contained equipment worth several Volgas, tried to scream and even opened his mouth.
Stop it, Vanya, - the special officer interrupted him, - they are suicide bombers.
"Fuck! We are death row !!" Although, on the other hand, what else to expect - in my last detachment, where I served, half of the personnel perished in one day, when the withdrawal of groups across the front line began.
* * *When our electronic warriors naturally "burned out" the posts of individual air defense battalions, and assault and bomber aviation literally rolled out the border airfields, our AN-12 squadron with reconnaissance groups on board passed at maximum height. When the air brigades of the united army corps did come to their senses and the first to jump were the "British" "Tornadoes", our flight-lifting means were already over Kandahar. The landing was "successful". Half of the groups were thrown directly onto the city. Some of the scouts died in the air. Then the SAS, Gurkhas and motorized battalions of the Afghan police chased our RG Special Forces for several weeks. Someone was covered with fire from patrol helicopters, someone was driven almost to the very mountains. Nobody gave up. Communication was jammed at all frequencies "Kaemka" and "Severka" were absolutely useless.
I was then still a jerk-summer, just released from the Tambov Military Special School, burned along with the plane and screamed, bulging my eyes with fear. The plane, blowing clouds of smoke and sparks with both engines, fell from a height of several kilometers down. Enemy fighters flashed by and poured machine guns and rapid-fire cannons on the helpless carcass of the plane. The senior at the withdrawal of the groups, a major of the brigade's airborne equipment service, was crawling along the duralumin floor, clinging to one hand, and yelled something at me. He simply did not have a second hand - it was torn off by a machine-gun burst that pierced the plane through and through, or it was cut off by fragments. The blue flight jacket is covered in blood. Shouts something, crawls towards me, and all I can do is grab my hands on the edge of the bench and yell "Pizdezzy", banging my jaw on the rear of the AKM-S, and look with wild eyes at the plane falling apart in the air.
Pekhotiin, - already barely wheezing the major crawling to me, - jump on the dick! all overboard!
How?? - I shouted in horror, looking sideways at the mess of bones and meat of a severed hand, - the cables all cut off for a dick! we are without reserves.
B-rip out the stabilizer! hold in your hand, throw it closer to the ground! push the fighters as well, fucking ...
The major began to tear at the jacket on his chest with his remaining hand, he was thrown by the rushing air stream. Still, I wanted to live: I forced myself to tear myself away from the bench, unhook the stabilizing carbine. Shouting in my ear what to do, I pulled off the covers, thrust the stabilizers into my hands and shoved the fighters into the huge hole of the torn off ramp. Threw off three. AN began to dive and I hovered as if in weightlessness near the very edge. With an inhuman effort, he unfastened the carbines of the cargo container. The plane fell apart. I rushed to the ground, spinning and tumbling. The feathers and halyard of the stabilizer went under my armpit, the parachute in the cover hit me in the face. He pressed his elbows, grabbed the stabilizer and almost tore the cover. He squeezed the opened dome with his palm, twisted his hand, took the other aside. I was turned over my head and I "lay down" in the air. The area of \u200b\u200bthe stabilizing dome is still one and a half meters and it will not fit in the palm of your hand. I began to tumble towards my left empty hand. Just not to lose consciousness! Where is she, land? Not shit in sight. How to navigate, when to release? Fuck. I release a stabilizer. Pulls me by the collar. I tighten my legs, hands with open palms in front of me. Normal stabilized fall, slightly twists. The fragments of the plane went down. In the night sky, somewhere, alien fighters are buzzing and whistling. I didn't have time to put on my glasses, they dangle around my neck, my eyes are watering. Out of the corner of my eye I notice the blossoming flower of the dome below me. Still, someone was able to open up. British pilots are organizing a hunt. Tracer chains rush to the dome in airy ink. Fuck, not a single device.
Inside the liver began to shake. Fuck! whatever happens!
Still, I landed fine and didn't even break anything. The main dome of D-5 came out without any problems. "Dubishche" is the most reliable parachute! The dome had to be hidden in some kind of hole, covered with stones and run, run, straining all forces, to the nearest rocks. Soon some US "armored cavalrymen" will come here in helicopters and start sweeping. And even the "Britons" of their Gurkhas will be thrown. They will catch me, Lieutenant Infantryman, and cut whatever they want with their crooked knives. Purely so - for souvenirs!
I turned on my command station only the next day, after sitting for several hours in a rocky cave. Not very many were saved from our board. Me and Sergeant Uldugov from the second group of our company - a short, lean Chechen from Grozny. A week later, three more scouts were picked up from other planes. They began to work only a month later, when a reconnaissance detachment was formed from the remnants of the defeated and driven groups, which was headed by our zamkombat that survived the landing, which led a company of the Afghan police for a week. The reconnaissance detachment was named "Ilyich". Not in honor of the general secretary, but in memory of the deceased commander of the detachment - Lieutenant Colonel Ilyich Vladlen Igorevich ...
Why did our politicians profuse this Afghan? With the edge of an ear from the political politicians I heard that at several plenary sessions the issue of the introduction of troops was really considered. But no. We got away from a politically immature decision.
Making my way to the Salang pass, torn apart like a dervish in a makeshift turban, and carrying on my back the backpack of a SAS man killed in one of the ambushes, I cursed myself for not going to the faculty of electronic intelligence. Or, at worst, sea. There is at least water around. And then ... brrr !! The detachment's agitator says that our troops have now completely occupied rebellious Romania, and the Red Banner Black Sea Fleet has already conducted several successful amphibious operations on the coasts of Egypt and Algeria. What are politicians calving, why are they wise? A few rockets - and a ball of the earth is damn good. Fuck we are so happy. Why were all these nuclear bombs and missiles invented? Absolutely no! Nobody dares. And we ... what are we? So, damn it, meat.
The reconnaissance detachment "Ilyich" nevertheless reached the pass, which had already been stormed by the units of the Turkestan district. There was a solid meat grinder in the air. We still managed to take over and provide landing sites for the paratroopers of the 57th airborne brigade. The assault brigade, with the support of its helicopters, pushed ahead. Motorized rifle regiments rolled one by one through the pass and went on and on. We were evacuated. For a week they were tormented by special officers, driving them through "primary" and other interrogations. Then they calmed down. In other front-line spetsnaz brigades, the losses were no less. Studies in Sand near Leningrad, Tyumen, Pechora, Baku, Chirchik, Kiev, Tambov schools did not have time to supply specialists. Half of the training courses were deployed in the first six months after the start of the war.
A little less than half of the detachment remained. And even then, most of the economic, repair departments and signalmen of the center stations.
After half a month's rest in a dispensary in the most peaceful and calm corner of the USSR - mountain Vedeno of the Chechen-Ingush Republic - I was sent to the Far Eastern Front, where a new mixed-type brigade was being formed in Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky with a separate detachment in the city of Palana.
Two detachments in the brigade were naval, two were land. A battalion was also formed to provide withdrawal and fire support. The structure for the special forces brigades was new. The Joint Command of Troops and Forces in the region did not conduct large-scale actions. So, they quietly recaptured the Kuriles captured in the first days of the war, and repelled the air raids of the Japanese with the Americans. A large-scale war has not yet been planned here. All the combatant countries watched with interest the bored Chinese army. Where the multimillion-dollar PLA will turn - from this, a defense or an offensive should be planned. In the 81st year, literally in the first months of the war, the Japanese tried to send a couple of parachute regiments to Yuzhno-Kurilsk, and the planes were shot down while still in the air. The Kuril division fiercely defended the islands for several months, being practically in an air and sea blockade. Azerbaijanis, Dagestanis, Chechens, Ukrainians - the main contingent of the division's conscripts - often rushed hand-to-hand with small infantry shoulder blades and bayonet knives at the stunted Japanese marines. Knowledge of karate and judo, excellent equipment and training yielded to the dagger fire of the Maxim machine guns, taken from storage, and wild cries: "Alla Akbar! Mykola, beat him with a shovel."
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Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, Soviet revolutionary
Without books, we can now neither live, nor fight, nor suffer, nor rejoice and win, nor confidently go towards that reasonable and beautiful future in which we unshakably believe.
Many thousands of years ago, in the hands of the best representatives of mankind, the book became one of the main instruments of their struggle for truth and justice, and it was this instrument that gave these people terrible strength.
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Stanislav Strumilin, Academician of the USSR Academy of Sciences
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Arthur Schopenhauer, German philosopher
Anyone who was not familiar with the creations of the ancients lived without knowing beauty.
Georg Hegel, German philosopher
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Konstantin Paustovsky, Russian Soviet writer
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Demyan Bedny, Russian Soviet writer, poet, publicist
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Nadezhda Krupskaya, Russian revolutionary, Soviet party, public and cultural figure.
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René Descartes, French philosopher, mathematician, physicist and physiologist
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Vasily Sukhomlinsky, an outstanding Soviet educator and innovator.
Reading is to the mind what physical exercise is to the body.
Joseph Addison, English poet and satirist
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Alexey Tolstoy, Russian Soviet writer and public figure
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Alexander Herzen, Russian publicist, writer, philosopher
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Spetsnaz of the Third World War. Russian trump cards
Of particular importance
Commander of military districts,
Fleets, Flotillas,
Strategic Commands
Reconnaissance report of the GRU General Staff of the USSR Ministry of Defense
12/13/1980 KP. Moscow map 1: 1,000,000
ed. 1972 year
Since June 1980, the international situation has remained tense. Despite all the measures taken by the Soviet government to regulate and stabilize relations with NATO countries, in particular with the United States of America and Japan, the countries of the capitalist world continue to develop conflict situations. Having disrupted the holding of the International Olympic Games-80, the United States and Great Britain, taking advantage of the unstable situation in the Middle East and ignoring the demands of the progressive international community, carried out military intervention by a number of countries in the Middle East. The People's Democratic Republic of Afghanistan, which had long-standing good-neighborly relations with the Soviet Union, was occupied by the NATO Joint Army Corps. A number of amphibious assault operations have been carried out on the coast of African countries that have chosen the democratic path of development and have entered into cooperation with the socialist countries. In early September 1980, by decision of the US Congress, a large-scale operation was carried out to seize the island of Freedom of Cuba. The communist regime, led by the revolutionary leader F. Castro, according to bourgeois politicians "was a direct threat to the prosperity, development and security of the entire free society." During large-scale hostilities in the Caribbean to capture and occupy the island of Cuba, the American military destroyed and captured up to 3 thousand Soviet employees and specialists. The government of the island of Cuba, thanks to the efforts of Soviet sailors and pilots, was evacuated to the territory of the Soviet Union. A large-scale "guerrilla war" unfolded on the occupied island. Diplomats of the countries of the socialist camp, who were in the territories of NATO countries and countries sympathizing with the North Atlantic Alliance bloc, were mainly illegally detained and held in places of detention, in order to obtain information from them about the intentions of the government of the countries of the socialist camp. In November 1980, thanks to the efforts of Soviet diplomacy, an international Congress was held in Geneva between the countries participating in the emerging conflict. After the debate, an international agreement was reached on the inadmissibility of the use of nuclear weapons.
But due to the sudden claims of Japan on the territory of the Soviet Union, in particular the ridge of the Kuril Islands, the southern part of Sakhalin Island, and attempts to “peacefully capture” part of the Kuril ridge islands, the landing of several hundred field workers and the emerging border conflict, during which Soviet border guards were destroyed all the defendants who illegally crossed the border and tried to settle on Soviet territory. The international conflict has entered a new phase. Some of the capitalist countries of Europe simultaneously expressed territorial claims against the countries of the socialist camp. The Federal Republic of Germany, with the support of the European Joint Corps, in early December 1980, with surprise attacks from tank units, broke through the Berlin Wall line in the capital of the GDR and began active hostilities in urban settings. At the same time, all the countries of the socialist camp of Europe were subjected to massive artillery strikes, bomb-assault strikes, without the use of nuclear weapons. In the Pacific region, Japan has launched naval blocking operations on the islands of the Kuril ridge and the southern tip of Sakhalin Island. Keeping the agreement on the non-use of nuclear weapons, the countries of the North Atlantic Alliance and their allies officially announced the beginning of hostilities "to protect sacred freedoms and rights, return the ancestral territories, equitable distribution of natural resources according to economic needs, and not according to the law of the countries of possession."
Of particular importance
Commander of the Far Eastern Front
Directive No.
11.02.1981, KP. Moscow map 1: 500,000
ed. 1972 year
In order to build up the forces and means of reconnaissance (SPECIAL FORCES) of the Joint Command in the Far East region, from 15.02.1981, to begin the formation of a mixed-type special-purpose unit in accordance with the organizational structure of the directive of the GUMO of the USSR Ministry of Defense (No.__ of__). The point of permanent deployment of the compound (13 artillery special forces) to determine the city of Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky (brigade headquarters). Marine special support units of the village. Ozernovsky, pos. October. Separate special forces of the village. Palana, pos. Keys. A special-purpose detachment (special headquarters), Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky. Mixed aviation squadron of the withdrawal support detachment Elizovo. Support units by decision of the Commander of the Far Eastern Front. The staff of units and subunits of the formation should be staffed at the expense of personnel of special purpose formations with experience in combat operations and special events. At the expense of personnel trained in special-purpose training units, at the expense of personnel called up from the reserve, who previously served in special-purpose formations and units of military districts and fleets, units and subunits of combined arms and tank associations (armies) and flotillas, at the expense of personnel called up from the reserve who previously served in the positions of technical specialists of diving and parachute services.
Top secret
To the commander of the 13th brigade of the Far Eastern Front
(Joint Command of Troops and Forces in the region)
Combat order number
06/05/1981, KP. Moscow map 1: 500,000 ed. 1972 year
2. In order to carry out special measures in the rear of the enemy in the Pacific direction in the period from…. to ... prepare 1 special purpose reconnaissance group to carry out missions of special importance ...
Part one
My ears stabbed and became deaf. The noise of the engines came as if through a pillow. There is absolutely no sense in the fact that the group is sitting in the pressurized cabin, although it is a little warmer ... In the window there are only clouds and the sea floating in the rare "windows".
The other two groups are in a huge cargo hold. There at least you can stretch your legs and take a nap. On landing, I and three of my scouts were immediately herded into the pressurized cabin separately from everyone else. The container with the equipment was brought to take off by our KGB officer and the head of the special weapons service. Now I will have to carry this backpack myself. Accepted, carried out a control examination, signed the acts and casually threw a heavy backpack over one shoulder strap. The chief of special equipment, Major Talbukhin, seeing my careless attitude towards the backpack, which contained equipment worth several Volgas, tried to scream and even opened his mouth.
- Stop it, Vanya, - the special officer interrupted him, - they are suicide bombers.
"Fuck! We are death row !! " Although, on the other hand, what else to expect - in my last detachment where I served, half of the personnel perished in one day, when the withdrawal of groups across the front line began.
When our electronic warriors naturally "burned out" the posts of individual air defense radio battalions, and assault and bomber aviation literally rolled out the border airfields, our AN-12 squadron with reconnaissance groups on board passed at maximum height. When the air brigades of the united army corps nevertheless came to their senses and the "British" Tornadoes were the first to jump, our flight-lifting means were already over Kandahar. The landing was "successful". Half of the groups were thrown directly onto the city. Some of the scouts died in the air. Then the SAS, Gurkhas and motorized battalions of the Afghan police chased our RG Special Forces for several weeks. Someone was covered with fire from patrol helicopters, someone was driven almost to the very mountains. Nobody gave up. Communication was jammed at all frequencies. KaeMki and Severki were absolutely useless.
I was then still a jerk-summer, just released from the Tambov Military Special School, burned along with the plane and screamed, bulging my eyes with fear. The plane, blowing clouds of smoke and sparks with both engines, fell from a height of several kilometers down. Enemy fighters flashed by and poured machine guns and rapid-fire cannons on the helpless carcass of the plane. The senior at the withdrawal of the groups, a major of the brigade's airborne equipment service, was crawling along the duralumin floor, clinging to one hand, and yelled something at me. He simply did not have a second hand - either it was torn off by a machine-gun burst that pierced the plane through and through, or cut off by shrapnel. The blue flight jacket is covered in blood. Something screams, crawls towards me, and all I can do is grab my hands on the edge of the bench and yell "Pizdezzy", banging my jaw on the rear of the AKM-S, and with wild eyes look at the plane falling apart in the air.
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