Аннотация: Подшаманить надо, а дети-внуки-правнуки не знают, что жив. Некому подшаманить. Английский - дохлый. И сам уже устал. UPD Tango Mike, Great Yuri! )))
To a bloody war or a sickly season!
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The intelligence section of staff S2 used to gather the very eccentric persons eventually.
Kandahar, beginning of 80s...oic!....2008.
The Afghan lady was caught with a coding equipment and parts of radio stations at the overpopulated market in the downtown. Cmndr S2, who interrogated, has got his ass on fire somewhere. He satcomed his wife (a doctor) and she told him to fill the big deep plate with the sourcream and sat into it for a while.
A boot brought the lady for interrogation, she came in the S2 room and was choked, whitened, her hands had shaken. A man without trousers was sitting in some kind of milk and looking at her with a frozen sight. It took a minute when she told him in the elaborate English language:
- Officer, I saw many times a man shot out... but never, how he was refueling.
So. Nothing from 80s. Beginning of 2008. But never mind. We have got something in the heel secret section.
There were the big military training exercises of the NATO in the middle of 80s. I had got the horrible position and the team of the uncontrollable strong and stupid youngsters that time. We located at seaside near the GDR border, carried out the frog trainings and were awaiting for the Third World War to come. Our responsibility had been the storage of the nuclear warheads in the small spot Naitimenn (Neuthymen), about 150 km inside GDR (this is Germany, but without pornoclubs). The nuclear warheads storage had being secured by the special forces brigade (GRU) from the Soviet Union.
Furthermore, in the beginning of 80s.... I had been myself to Afghanistan during that time. Eggheads designed and controlled the building of the Tora-Bora caves complex. One of them had got the idea to construct the underwater entrances into the discreet sections inside the mountain. So, it was like a wide stone ladder down, the huge tunnel (about 30-50 meters long),and the ladder to walk up. The whole tunnel was under water and there were the secret traps for any guests. They made it for Tops to evacuate if balalayka troops had got intentions to look at. The RB or SCUBA sets were expected to deploy underwater (RB - the rebreather keeps an exhaled shit inside, in order to keep you out of f...cked up) into the tunnels. Very sorry for my Suakhili!
The RB or SCUBA proposal was sent to the Potomac river, then to the Potomac river again, but to Penta, DOD. The end of the road. Nobody in Penta had ever screamed, but someone suddenly roared that time (they told me later): "Where is that sneaky bastard from the NATO exercises, who is on the Naitimenn balalayka warheads???!!! Bloody frog!!!!!!" I was not the one only to be responsible for the nuke crap, but whole Penta knew that the mentioned NATO exercise was my shame only.
By "Starlifter" to Pakistan, chapters, trucks, donkeys, horses, mules and buddies including me. Through the mountains, awesome cold of the nights, low oxygen and delicious food we were carrying almost two dozens of SCUBAs, the necessary equipment (incl. compressors), masks-rubbersh..t-fins-lovely small inflattable ducks etc. But it happened, I taught buddies SCUBA diving and had already got the idea to fly to the big stars though this one should be an another story.
That holy sh...t, i.e. the Great NATO exercises (i changed a little bit the time for some necessary causes) were screwed, but nailed to the famous and grand summit. Thus there was the beautiful spectator stand with the VIP sections for prime-ministers and not so prime, but ministers with their broads, generals with the platoons of the team mates, drinks-snacks and the media) at the huge airfield on the day of SpecOps show off. There were not any seas, lakes, swimming pools or puddles, but the frogs were here too.
Please be advised that bloody MC parachute... ups. I have already forgotten what prototype we deployed, but they were almost similar ones and got 7 sections of the wing shaped top. It means that the horizontal speed is close to 15 meters per sec (multiply 3.6 ang you get km/hour). And if a frog is in unconscious conditions... there is a bomb, but flying horizontally with the descending 3-4 m/s.
Our task was so easy that we could be carrying it out with the world.lib.ru right now. Moreover, the EGAW (equipment, gear, weapons) was very simple if compared with a real operation (you were not sitting in the special chair, which was a mini underwater electric "vessel" after "watering" with internal EGAW sections and mounted parachute with the small stabilizing parachute, when leaving the board of the plane). There was one difference with the land spec operators. Our team was fully rubbered: suits, masks, fins and with.... CAR-15 Colt Commando ( I don't know why. Karahas!).
Yes. You love the weapon which saved your life once upon a time. I am not Jewish, but I love Galil 5.56 (not bloody NATO version). And MEU (SOC) ,45, though handguns are not a weapon. Toys. Colt Commando!...And you've got a jammed cartridge, jammed again, jammed and f..ck it. But weapons depend on Ops.
My idea was to achieve the team parachute jump by the very tight formation to wonder the whole army of the human beings on Earth. Moreover, a frog is not thinking, frogs know. So we jumped almost embraced. Whole 6 men team. I didn't bear in mind that radioman (RO) was lightest. Then we separated and "pulled corks" immediately. The radioman was above and on the top of the machine gunner. The RO was funny, light and fast, but what about the brain? So first he dropped off the ballast (kit bag - radio) and after that got ready the weapon and looked around. This time the ballast was connected as follows from the down: a radio - a line (rope 4 meters) - the SARPLES (the kit bag) - a line 6 m - RO himself. The "ballast" hits the "lawn mover" in the head. Black out. And the nuclear bomb, full geared (he didn't throw down his "ballast") was slowly adjusting the aim on the beautiful spectator stand. My guys and I pulled everything the dicks uncluded to catch him up and turn away. No. He was heavy. He was as a lightning. So we all together were aiming on the lovely spectator stand. Into rubber suits, with masks and fins on. Thanks God, no an apparatusssssssshhhh. They all started to run away, because there were a hell of our screams too, which you got very clear downthere. Not so nice and polite ones. In a minute there were not any spectators on the amazing stand. And the lawn mover crashed in. He is still alive. There was no cevlar on the head. Just rubber. He is a very lucky guy. Indeed.
I have got something to listen to and think about after giving up. I don't know why the bodyguards didn't shoot at us. Maybe the language was so familiar and close to their seasoned hearts. Who knows...
P.S. There are most simple phrases, cause you would understand nothing if the frog language was deployed.