"In Afghanistan" black tulip"..."
"In Afghanistan in the" black tulip ",
With vodka in a glass, we silently float above the ground.
A mournful bird across the border
To the Russian lightning carries the children home ... "
/ Alexander Rosenbaum /
Alexander Rosenbaum visited Afghanistan several times. His performances before the soldiers-internationalists are still remembered by many with warmth. But I (the author of the article) did not manage to attend such a concert in a country at war, however, the "Afghan cycle" of songs that Alexander Yakovlevich wrote based on the results of his trips to Afghanistan is still especially close and dear to me. One of the most exciting was the song "The Black Tulip Pilot's Monologue". It was this song that became a kind of symbol of the war in Afghanistan. The singer-songwriter himself spoke about the history of the birth of this song. "Before my first trip to Afghanistan, I wrote only one song about it . The rest were born after I saw a lot with my own eyes. And I couldn't stop writing about it. In my mind, there are, as it were, two Afghanistans. The first is the land where thousands of young men died, this is my pain that wounded my soul. The second Afghanistan is very dear to me, it is the Afghanistan of strong and courageous people. I am far from thinking that there were no bad, miserable people there. There were, where they would go ... But they did not determine the appearance of our army. I will write more about her. And also about women: doctors and nurses who saved our soldiers. If we talk about my meetings with the audience. Any arrival of a person from our country is a holiday for soldiers and officers. When the artist arrives, it's a double celebration. But I, in fact, was not only an artist, a guest performer. It was possible to distinguish me among the military only by the guitar. I did not part with the soldiers day or night. He got into armored personnel carriers with them, flew airplanes and helicopters. Without all this, I would not have written anything. What impressed me the most about what I saw in Afghanistan? These are the coffins that are loaded onto the plane - the soldiers called it the "black tulip". When I saw this picture, it became especially hard. Then, when I came to my senses, I wrote a song about it "... (Levin A. "I will still write about them", the Trud newspaper, February 1989) "In Afghanistan in a" black tulip ", With vodka in a glass we silently float above the earth. A mournful bird across the border To the Russian lightning carries the children home. In the "black tulip" those who from assignments Go to their dear homeland to lay low - On an indefinite vacation, torn to shreds, They will never, never hug warm shoulders. When in the oases of Jalalabad, Having fallen on the wing, our "tulip" fell, We cursed all our work, Again the "bacha" let down the loss of the company. In Shindand, in Kandahar and Bagram Again, to lay a heavy stone on the soul, Again to carry to the homeland of the heroes, For whom at twenty years of age they dig graves, For whom at twenty years of age they dig graves. But you need to get there, you need to get together, if you break, you can run into here,
Mountains shoot, "stinger" takes off. If you run into, then the guys will die a second time. And we are not going at all like at home, Where there is no war and everything is familiar for a long time, Where pilots see corpses once a year, Where helicopters do not fall from the clouds. And we go, gritting our teeth in anger, Wetting our lips with dry vodka. Caravans are coming from Pakistan. So, there is a job for the "tulip" And that means there is a job for the "tulip". 2
We met at one of the events dedicated to the next anniversary of the withdrawal Soviet troops from Afghanistan. Igor Avtonomovich Zhernakov. Instructor of the flight organization service at the airfield in Koltsovo (Ekaterinburg airport). And even earlier, in the years afghan war, he was a gunner-radio operator in the crew of the AN-12. In the same "black tulip". Perhaps something special is guessed in it, but what it is is not immediately determined. A face hardened by winds of different latitudes. An authoritative voice, in which no, no, yes, mournful intonations break through and arise: we were sent. We believed. And they died with it. “And there is no need to put together those who sent there and those who were there,” Igor says harshly about this, with a “metallic note.” “To whom should we answer for this?” Ensign Igor Zhernakov ended up in Afghanistan, having a solid track record.After graduating from the school of air gunners-radio operators, he flew on a Tu-95 bomber-missile carrier.He even managed to learn (though not for long) at the Higher Aviation Command Navigator School in Chelyabinsk.In Afghanistan, their crew arrived in early December 1986. They passed by the stand of the predecessor crew, who did not return from the flight on November 29 of the same year.Seven portraits in a mourning frame, young guys with open strong-willed faces.Members of the deceased crew different time spent on Afghan soil and in the Afghan sky, fulfilling a duty to the dead and the living. This military duty of the crew and the AN-12 military transport aircraft delivering the bodies of the dead were reflected in the name "black tulip". The history of previous wars did not know such a symbolic name. "Black Tulip" - a symbol, a concept that expresses the tragedy of the people and the individual. That tragedy, which they even tried to make an optimistic melodrama and introduce more than one generation to it. Many of the older generation, as, for sure, the guys from the deceased crew, memorized chasing poems at school that Gorky and Mayakovsky liked: “I left the hut, went to war to give the land in Grenada to the peasants. Farewell, relatives! Farewell, family! Grenada, Grenada, my Grenada!" Since the pioneer years, we have all been taught to admire such verses that glorify the cult of revolution on a global scale, sacrifice for the sake of the coming general well-being and justice. The concept of "internationalism" was not an empty phrase for the Soviet people. Republican Spain of the 1930s was one of the first in this series. Then there were other countries. In our concept, internationalism is solidarity in action. Therefore, one can be called an internationalist who sincerely shares the revolutionary ideals of political fighters in other countries who defend the freedom of their people, their right to independence and social justice. Of course, this sincerity implies support, help - moral, material, economic, personnel. And this help should be personal, heartfelt, because otherwise it will be formal. You can't be half sincere when people's lives depend on your support, for example, in Afghanistan. AT modern history Russia has changed a lot. Today, millions of us are in solidarity with their hearts, but they do not know how to translate this into deeds. There were no such thoughts in the 80s of the last century. All this determined the fate of the members of the dead crew of the "black tulip". Perhaps it was they who were the first to be horrified, seeing at what cost international assistance to Afghanistan turns out for the whole country ... An-12 arrived in Kabul to replace the dead crew of the "black tulip" from Fergana, in which Ensign Zhernakov was. The plane is different, but the dorm beds are the same. After the introduction of the new crew to the squadron commander and a simple dinner in the dining room, they were escorted to the lodging for the night by the flight operator, an experienced Uralian, warrant officer Nikolai Shakharev. 3
As an old-timer, warrant officer Shakharev made explanations appropriate to the situation. -Here, comrade major (appeal to the commander of the crew Vladimir Ivanov), settle down ... The former owner - Captain Alexander Khomutovsky, his place. He was a neat man, a military officer. AT total , he spent more than one year in Afghanistan, returning here again and again. Igor Zhernakov, the gunner-radio operator, the youngest of the new arrivals, remembers well this day of his appearance in the country. He caught himself trying to imagine how the previous owner was approaching the bed, tired from the heat and that not immediately passing state of flight in a hostile sky, when almost every minute could turn into a stinger burst. It seemed that the voice of the explainer disappeared, as if on a demagnetized tape. And then Igor returned to reality, and the voice arose again... - The berth of the navigator, senior lieutenant of Kukhta Yuri (addressing the navigator of the crew Sergei Krasnov) is now intended for you, comrade lieutenant. The ensign moved to the next bed. - Here we had a pilot, assistant commander, lieutenant Alexander Vologzhaninov sleeping, what a great specialist in his field! Please take his place, Comrade Lieutenant. Sergei Volodin nodded his head and sat down on the bed intended for him. Everyone, in accordance with subordination, received a place of rest, saying goodbye to the deceased and as if inheriting his property. - Senior flight engineer who? - the question sounded. - You, comrade senior lieutenant (having caught the nod of Alexander Andryushchenko), please take this one ... Left after the senior on-board technician Lieutenant Dmitry Grigorov. Shakharev moved to the next row of beds. - And your partner (having looked for Nikolai Sakovich) next to the bunk, passes from the flight mechanic, senior lieutenant Andreenko Sergey. Zhernakov remembered a black-haired, round-faced guy on a stand with two inscriptions: "Glory to the soldiers-internationalists!" and "Eternal memory to fallen comrades!" Ensign Shevkhi Mammadov, air gunner-radio operator. He could send the last machine-gun burst to the enemy and send a radiogram to the command post announcing the death of the aircraft. Igor stepped towards the bunk indicated, touched the iron headboard, and looked back at his comrades. Ensign Nikolai Kutsenko was the last to approach the indicated place, he will replace the deceased senior shooter, ensign Vasily Cherkasov. Having wished good night, Shakharev left. They sat in their seats for a long time in silence. Before settling down for the night, we went out for a smoke. Surely, each again and again "scrolled" in his head the mean lines of the official certificate of the death of the crew. Ensign Nikolai Shakharev, giving this information, was extremely laconic. He only explained that the crew, in addition to delivering the dead for burial to their homeland, also transported other important cargo. So it happened on that penultimate day of November. It was a combat loss of the AN-12 aircraft of the 1st air force of the 50th osap (Kabul). Crew from the 708th vtap. They took off from the Kabul airfield to deliver people and cargo from several tons of S-24 rockets and 400 kg of explosives to Jalalabad. They planned to return the bodies of the dead. After climbing up to 6400 m, the plane lay down on a given course and, at a distance of 24 km from Kabul, was hit by a Stinger MANPADS missile. Detonated a cargo of ammunition on board. The crew and all passengers (21 people) who were in it died. There were several female passengers on board. 4
The new crew began their daily work. Ensign Zhernakov reluctantly recalled his service. A heavy fate fell to him and the entire crew. Downloads of the "black tulip" took place in Kabul, Jalalabad, Kandahar, Bagram and Herat. A stretcher with the flattened bodies of the dead, dressed in military uniforms. Cellophane bags from hospital refrigerators. Hot air in the sun-scorched cargo hold, blood stains, putrid smell. Dirty, mournful and necessary work war. Even in the very first years of that war, "to support the Afghan revolution" the dead did not seem to exist, they were buried quietly, but there were not enough zinc hornbeams. Meanwhile, people in the country were intensely talking about the undeniable advantages of developed socialism, branding "decaying capitalism." And the wounded and the dead were unloaded in the backyards of airports so as not to attract attention. In 1988, according to Igor Zhernakov, three Soviet MI-8 helicopters were shot down by Stinger missiles in the vicinity of Kabul within one week. The bodies of the paratroopers, or rather what was left of them and managed to be collected, were brought and loaded into the cargo compartment of the "black tulip". Zinc sarcophagi were sent to the Urals and Siberia, Leningrad and Minsk. ... The regiment was built on command and said goodbye at the side of the departing aircraft with the dead. To the sounds of a funeral march, paying tribute to the memory of fallen comrades, soldiers and officers pass. The crew takes their places in the cockpit, accompanying persons are placed, who are instructed to transfer the bodies of the dead to relatives in different cities of the country, to explain why and how they died soviet soldiers . The plane taxis to the start. How many maternal tears were shed from the sad news, how many widows and orphans remained! This international debt cost our country a very high price... Igor wrote peppy letters to his parents and wife about the beauties of Afghanistan, about how the victims are treated in hospitals, how the friendly crew of the plane transports valuable cargo. Of course, there was some truth in this. The father, who had served in the army for decades and knew about the war beyond books, could understand something between the lines. And for the mother and wife, the main thing is that their Igor is healthy, remembers his family, and is looking forward to meeting them. However, as the poet said, "everything will not be reflected in letters and not everything will be heard." The main truth was in front of my eyes. Cemeteries of planes and helicopters on a mountain plateau, bombed roads with skeletons of burnt cars on the sides of the road, rocket and artillery shelling of airfields, anti-aircraft tracks along the flight path of the "black tulip", each flight of which could become fatal for the crew. ... Even now Igor Zhernakov cannot forget how feverishly he fired back at a Pakistani fighter jet that invaded the skies of Afghanistan and pursued them in the Kandahar area; how in Herat, the former leader of the dushman detachment unexpectedly entered the parking lot to the plane and demanded that they take him on board and fly at his direction. This commander of the Dushman formation went over to the side of the Afghan army, they trusted him and returned the weapon. The proclamation of the policy of national reconciliation made this possible. But, obviously, his remorse for his people did not extend to the attitude towards the Soviet soldiers, whom he considered the interventionists. With difficulty, this desperate man, accustomed to professing a cult of power, managed to explain that threats to the crew and the hijacking of the aircraft would lead to mutual senseless bloodshed. The sight of the zinc coffins in the cargo hold may have also convinced him not to resort to arms. To be under fire, at gunpoint - somehow it was not considered heroism. But, of course, there were feats, there were heroes. Igor Zhernakov recalled that the news of the death of fighter pilot Konstantin Pavlyukov literally shocked him. His plane was shot down by a Dushman missile. After ejecting from a burning car and landing with a parachute, Konstantin fought off alone from the pressing dushmans. He knew that he would not be able to escape, and while there were cartridges, he fought back. And then he blew himself up with the last grenade. He fulfilled his soldier's duty, but who will remember him on Afghan soil, tormented by many years of war and still not found peace. .. After Afghanistan, Zhernakov served for two years in an air squadron in Nalchik, lived without an apartment, separated from his family. Is it only him? Thousands of "Afghans" still do not have suitable housing conditions, do not have sufficient funds to adequately help the families of their dead and crippled friends ... The nine-year experience of that last war The USSR and all the circumstances associated with it are still trying to sprinkle the sand of oblivion. About 15 thousand guys who died in a foreign land. This is not one regiment in which, instead of a uniform, many had an ordinary nylon bag. And not everyone even got such a bag. Only the winds of the Afghan mountains could tell where the missing soldiers lie, who were never found. Instead of an afterword
Brief biographies members of the deceased crew of the "black tulip"
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Khomutovsky Alexander Bronislavovich
(7.11.1953 - 29.11.198
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"Black Tulips"
Most of those who served in Afghanistan returned home: someone safe and sound, someone sick, wounded, crippled. Many died. The symbol of that war for many Russians was the "Black Tulip": a four-engine transport An-12, which brought the bodies of the fallen from Afghanistan. Even decades later, Alexander Rosenbaum's song "Black Tulip" encouraged listeners to stand up, paying tribute to the dead. There are many stories about how the planes got this romantic nickname, but none of them can be considered reliable.
The nightmare began back in Afghanistan, where in the regimental or divisional morgue the bodies were being prepared for shipment to their homeland. The mortuary was usually arranged on the edge of the garrison, in tents or barracks. Lieutenants commanded the morgues. Inside was a metal table, on which the corpse was washed, put in order as far as possible, and dressed in uniform. Then the body was placed in a zinc coffin and the lid was soldered. “Do not open” was written on the coffin and a simple wooden box was nailed down, on which the inscription was stenciled: the name of the deceased. The box was loaded into the Black Tulip.
Because of the temperature, humidity and smells, working in the morgue was unbearable. Young conscripts were exhausted from the heat in rubber aprons and mittens, but such work eliminated the risk of combat missions. Morgue workers were constantly drunk and lived in their own little world. It was considered a bad omen to stumble upon them before a mission, so the other soldiers avoided them. They had a separate table in the dining room, and they were glad not to be friends with people whose torn bodies they might later have to stitch together.
Bodies were often difficult to identify, as was ensuring that the correct name was written on the coffin. Sergei Nikiforov, upon arrival in Afghanistan, was appointed head of a small medical unit, since before the war he studied to be a doctor (although he did not study well). A military doctor with the rank of major led him through the regimental morgue - a small barrack surrounded by several tents. Nikiforov was filled with the stench even before he went inside. There, two drunken soldiers were dismantling piled up body parts. Another wheeled a cart on which a long tin box was hoisted. The soldiers filled the box with little-distinguishable scraps and took it aside to weld the lid on.
What's the score? the major asked.
Twentieth, and we'll collect five more.
Leaving the morgue, the major poured so much vodka into Nikiforov that his eyes popped into his forehead.
It's okay, you'll get used to it, it won't be like that. But try not to sleep, even though it's hard. And what you just saw, though rare, but it happens. It was the scouts who were ambushed, and then the dushmans chopped them into cabbage, packed them in bags, threw them into the captured KAMAZ and ordered them to bring us a gift (423) .
The coffins received the code name "Cargo 200". Andrei Blinushov, a soldier from Ryazan who became a writer and human rights activist after the war, was drafted into the army in the spring of 1983 and sent to serve in a headquarters platoon in Izhevsk. One late evening, several "grandfathers" were ordered to pick up "cargo 200". Without looking up from the TV screen, they delegated the task to junior soldiers. So Blinushov first encountered the Black Tulip.
The platoon's political officer, a self-confident lieutenant, drove Blinushov and several of his comrades to the airport, straight to a large transporter standing in the dark. The cargo hold of the Black Tulip was crammed with large, rough-hewn wooden crates, three in a stack. Each had a name written on it. A dead-drunk warrant officer sat in the compartment, ordering them to carry the boxes to a truck and deliver them to the city morgue.
The small mortuary building was already filled with corpses. Therefore, the boxes - now Blinushov already understood that they contained the bodies of those killed in Afghanistan - were piled in the corridor. In Afghanistan, they did not bother to issue death certificates before sealing the bodies in zinc coffins and packing them in wooden boxes. Morgue employees, not being able to check whether the contents of the boxes corresponded to what is written on them, wrote out documents, without which the coffins could not be transferred to relatives.
Even in 1983, the government continued to claim that the Soviet troops were not participating in the hostilities, but were only fulfilling their "international duty" by helping the Afghan people. Therefore, the coffins were delivered to relatives at night. But the precautions were unnecessary. Almost every time the incident became known in advance, and relatives, neighbors and friends were already waiting for the truck, opened the wooden box and handed over the zinc coffin to the family.
That night, Blinushov and his comrades carried the coffin with the body of the helicopter pilot up the stairs to his apartment on the seventh floor. The wife of the deceased came out to meet them with a whitened face, with a baby in her arms, unable even to cry. A neighbor came over to help find a place for the coffin. Then the woman screamed piercingly.
The soldiers slipped out of the apartment, rushed down the stairs to their officer. He did not have enough endurance, and he remained in the truck.
After some time, the commanders began to sometimes send the bodies, accompanied by an ensign or officer. As a rule, these were the bodies of soldiers who were posthumously awarded the medal "For Courage". So one way to find out what was really going on in Afghanistan was to cross-examine the escort.
One young helicopter captain went to the USSR to deliver the body of a squadron mate. He showed Blinushov photographs of field life (taken illegally, of course): soldiers in a bizarre combination of military uniforms and civilian clothes, Afghan villages turned into ruins. The young officer said that during operations against the Mujahideen, helicopters sometimes had to fire on villages. Of course, children and women died in the process, but the helicopter pilot unconvincingly tried to prove that it was the work of the Mujahideen. He was so nervous about how the family of the deceased comrade would receive him that he asked Blinushov for advice, even though he was a private.
The captain was worried for a reason. Having reached the house of the deceased, accompanied by several soldiers and an ensign, he encountered an angry crowd. Someone moved the ensign in the jaw, breaking his lip. The cap fell into a puddle. The women screamed, “Murderers! Who did you bring us? Where is our boy? The men rushed at the soldiers until the women shouted: “Don’t, don’t touch the soldiers, they are just as unhappy, they are not to blame for anything.”
The soldiers removed the coffin from wooden box and slowly brought into the apartment. It was crowded with relatives and neighbors of the deceased. The mirrors were hung with black cloth. The women wept, the men drank. The captain stood awkwardly at the entrance, fiddling with his cap in his hands. When Blinushov told one of the women that he had come a long way from Afghanistan to deliver the body of a comrade, she rushed to him with the words: “Please forgive me for what happened, you understand, he is the only one we have.” Nervous at the thought that he would be left alone, the captain tried to persuade Blinushov (they had already switched to “you”, despite the difference in rank) to stay at least for tea. But it was time to return to the base, and the soldiers left
The plane started landing. Tashkent? Are they in the Union??? No, this is not Tashkent. An-12 landed in the south-west of Afghanistan at the airfield of the city of Shindand. Near the border with Iran. A Soviet motorized rifle division is stationed here, which also conducts constant battles with bandit formations. The rear ramp of the plane opens and ten more coffins are loaded into it. There are twenty-six boxes in total. Take off again and head north to Tashkent.
In the "Black Tulip" those who are on assignments
They go to their dear homeland to lie down in the ground ..
On an indefinite vacation, torn to shreds,
They will never, ever hug warm shoulders.
In Shindand, Kandahar or in Bagram
Again put a heavy stone on the soul.
Again to carry heroes to the homeland,
Who at twenty years of age they dig graves,
Whom at the age of twenty they dig graves ...
Tashkent... At the Vostochny military airfield, the border guards checked the documents of those accompanying the dead, affixed the necessary stamps in their passports and carried them through customs. Here, customs officials dug through a few belongings of Korostylev and the belongings of the deceased Senior Lieutenant Poturayev.
After customs, the escorts were met by Major Petrenko. He is the head of the department of the headquarters of the Turkestan military district for sending the dead to the cities and villages of the country for burial. This post at the headquarters of the district was introduced only for the period of the war in Afghanistan. The position was painful, gloomy, black. Deal with the dead every day. And everyone called Major Petrenko "Black Tulip". Hence the name of the aircraft that transported coffins throughout the country.
"Black Tulip" - a plane with coffins. He became a terrible symbol of the Soviet people. Where the Black Tulip landed, grief came with the news of the death of sons, husbands, fathers and brothers. People with fear followed the flights of the "Black Tulip" - the AN-12 aircraft. Where will he land? We have? Or will it fly further? The whole big country lived in fear for their loved ones who fought in Afghanistan - Soviet Union.
Major "Black Tulip" explained to everyone that now all the coffins will be unloaded from the plane and he, together with his commander, will draw up a flight route around the country, taking into account the landing sites at the addresses of the dead. Then the plane will be loaded again according to this route: those boxes that fly further will be placed closer to the cockpit. And those that need to be unloaded earlier are loaded closer to the tail. That is, landing - another coffin from the edge. Landing again - again the last box.
Korostylev spent the night in the soldiers' barracks. Together with officers and ensigns, they bought vodka and commemorated the dead.
On the morning of May 7, 1982, their AN-12 was ready to fly. The coffins were loaded according to the route, the plane was refueled, the crew was in place. It so happened that the box with the coffin of Yevgeny, who accompanied Korostylev, was unloaded last for the entire flight. He is right next to the cabin. Korostylev will have to fly across the country, making twenty-six takeoffs and landings according to the number of dead. Fly him to Ukraine, to the Voroshilovgrad region, to the city of Kommunarsk (now Alchevsk, Luhansk region). The plane took off and headed for Ashgabat.
Major Petrenko from Tashkent, at the available addresses of the dead, should give telegrams to all regional military commissariats about the arrival of the bodies of the dead in their region with an order to meet them and organize a funeral.
In Ashgabat, Korostylev's plane stood for five hours. There was no one to leave the box with the dead, the military registration and enlistment offices did not work so quickly. It was necessary to leave here the soldier Korostylev - Private Rejepov from the deceased artillery crew. Finally, a truck arrived with soldiers and an officer from the military enlistment office. Rejepov was unloaded, Korostylev silently said goodbye to him.
It was already evening. The crew of the aircraft must rest. Captain Korostylev was dressed in the same uniform as the pilots: a cap with a blue band, a piping on his trousers and a gap on shoulder straps were also blue. Pilots and paratroopers do not differ in anything except emblems. appearance. Yes, and Korostylev got to know the crew well and became, as it were, one of its members. He especially got along with the commander of the AN-12, Captain Fedorov. Korostylev and Viktor Fedorov were the same age, the same military rank and understood each other perfectly. Maybe that's why all the escorts stayed overnight in a hotel at the airport, Nebid-Daga, and Korostylev, together with the crew, went by bus to the pilot base forty kilometers from the city. An asphalt road stretches among the sands. Here and there lone camels are seen roaming the desert and chewing camel thorn.
The recreation center consisted of several wooden panel houses on the shore of a small lake among the sands. In the morning they were brought to the plane on the same bus. Take off, and the "Black Tulip" flies in the opposite direction from Nebid-Dag, to the east for 1800 km, to Alma-Ata - the capital of Kazakhstan (currently the capital is different - the city of Astana, the former Tselinograd).
In Alma-A, they are unloading the driver of the Korostylev battery, Alik Akhmetov. Looking at his coffin, Korostylev involuntarily thought that evil fate pursued that URAL, on which the entire blown up gun crew died along with the commander, senior lieutenant Poturaev.
And indeed, at first it did not start in the Kunduz car park, then the radiator was pierced, which is why the car was left for additional repairs and could not leave with its unit. Making a march not with his column, he was hit and two soldiers died in his cockpit. Then it was hastily repaired in Puli-Khumri, then in Gardez. And in the location of the battalion, Alik Akhmetov always repaired it. And so he was blown up by a land mine and this URAL was gone completely. Along with people...
People are fighting. Fighting technology. How did she end up in the war? And if cars could talk, then people would hear this confession, the confession of a truck:
“Our conception also takes place in the womb. In the belly of the earth. Dirty people, miners, shovel tons of iron ore out of there and take it to blast furnaces. From there, seminal fluid flows out in a hot stream - molten metal. In a special collection, it connects with the female cell. Her name is - additive. This is a very intimate moment. And the basis of the future child, excuse me, the future little car is ready. That is, the material from which we are made is ready. Sheet iron, chrome-plated steel and all that other stuff, which is inconvenient to talk about, talking about the process of conception. At this stage, we also push with a pen, then with a leg, when powerful presses form wings, bumpers, cabins from us. But the most crucial moment of our birth comes when our heart, a multi-cylinder motor, is formed. Our dad is supposed to be a jeweler here with a caliper in... no, no, in his hands.
58"On June 13, 1985, a large air base in western Afghanistan called Shindand was rocked by a series of powerful explosions.
In an instant, the parking lot occupied by Afghan Air Force aircraft turned into a giant blazing fire. Eyewitnesses said that it was pitch hell: aviation fuel flashed like fire tents, ammunition detonated, it seems even concrete burned.
On that day, the Mujahideen committed the largest sabotage, instantly destroying 19 combat aircraft on the ground and seriously damaging 13 more. It's the same as if an entire aviation regiment ceased to exist completely. Explosions destroyed 13 MiG-21 fighters and 6 SU-17 attack aircraft.
Subsequently, I was able to get acquainted with some of the details of this "sabotage of the century."
Explosives experts, with the help of recruited airfield guards, attached time bombs to twenty aircraft. Explosive devices were homemade, but they were made very skillfully. For some reason, only one of the mines did not work - it was she who got to the examination by the investigators.
The idea of the Mujahideen was as follows. At the agreed time, from the mountains surrounding the Shindand air base, the shelling of aircraft parking lots with rockets was to begin. At the same time, the clock mechanisms of the mines and ... That is, they wanted to attribute the destruction of the aircraft to shelling: they say, one plane explodes from the hit of the "eres", from it the flame spreads to others, high-temperature detonation completes the job ...
However, something went wrong with the Mujahideen, the shelling and explosions did not coincide in time, so the investigators immediately suspected sabotage. Soon they revealed the Mujahideen underground in Shindand, arrested 31 people, including 13 officers and 8 soldiers who served at the air base. Five were sentenced to capital punishment..." http://phorum.voensov.ru/viewtopic.php?f=11&t=293
"BUCK Alexander Nik., senior sapper-intelligence officer 154 oSpN, Jalalabad, 1985-87, order "For Service to the Motherland in the Armed Forces of the USSR" III Art (3. 09. 1987):
“Kobzon did not come to Jalalabad. It was such a "point" about which we said: "If you want a bullet in the ass, come to Jalalabad." Whom I saw with us is Rosenbaum. And the TV journalist Leshchinsky is also a normal man. Rosenbaum even asked to go "to the war". Well, they took him, of course - so, for a walk. In those places where, in advance, nothing would happen. However, he himself probably understood this. If not immediately, then later. But Rosenbaum was treated with great respect. Such a man. "(c)
http://afg-hist.ucoz.ru/photo/gastroljanty/rozenbaum/107-0-1058
.".". When I returned from Afghanistan, for six months I did not want to talk to anyone, even my wife. I cried for no reason. I was in deep shock. I worked, wrote songs. It was hard to return. I suffered from the thought that from a large number the people I met there, many will die. And so it happened….." A.R.
This is the reaction of an adult mature person who did not take part in hostilities.
What experienced 19-20-year-old boys gives an idea of the book
"In Afghanistan, in the "Black Tulip" ..." author Vasiliev Gennady Evgenievich - veteran of Afghanistan, political officer of the 5th motorized rifle company 860 OMSP, Faizabad (1983-1985)
Finally she came out and went on sale, after so many years
Losses of personnel according to official data.
From the reference of the Ministry of Defense of the USSR:
“A total of 546,255 people passed through Afghanistan.
Losses of personnel of a limited contingent of Soviet troops in the Republic of Afghanistan in the period from December 25, 1979 to February 15, 1989. A total of 13,833 people were killed, died from wounds and diseases, including 1979 officers - 14.3%).
A total of 49,985 people were injured, including 7,132 officers (14.3%).
6669 people became disabled. 330 people are on the wanted list.”
Awards. More than 200 thousand people were awarded orders and medals of the USSR, 71 of them became Heroes of the Soviet Union.
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