Diary of a Russian soldier - Андрей Владимирович Устинович

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Sadness used to cover melancholy. I'm also used to dressing 100 times a day. Initially, it was infuriating. A crowd of people dress in a narrow space, the buttons in the pea jacket are very tight and rub their fingers. The drill classes were excellent. The mood is also probably due to the fact that I called my family yesterday. There were also fire training classes, disassembled the machine gun and prepared it for battle. They loaded, lay down in a fighting position and fired air.

      December 5, 2017.

      Everything was fine in the morning, but there was little time for washing. But I managed to do it anyway.. I've been pressing my temples all day, and I have a headache. We passed the standards in the evening. I pulled myself up 20 times and ran a kilometer, and now my throat hurts. Also today, they gave out a helmet, a grenade pouch, unloading and a gas mask, and a raincoat tent. Everything is old, I think even from Soviet times. By the way, I have a 1976 machine gun.

      December 6, 2017.

      We went to the shooting range. A couple of rounds at the target and a couple at the flip target. He shot very well. One of the best, well, he threw a training grenade.

      The way back and forth in a warm bus, it was possible to sleep, fortunately.

      December 7.

      Nothing was ordinary, there was a drill in the rain, the machine gun rusted and had to be cleaned. It wasn't difficult for me, I even liked it. The machine is a cool thing. It was the guy from my platoon's birthday today. I ate sweets and was stunned. I haven't eaten sweets for 2 weeks.

      Well, at the end of the day, 2 guys went out for a smoke without permission, we were forced to walk 5 rounds in formation. Is it fun? We're a team.. We have not walked so much in the entire KMB.

      December 8th.

      The morning did not go well, at my morning inspection, the commander found sweets that I had been saving and devoured in front of everyone. I tried to hide them, but they fell out 2 times.. You didn't notice the first time, but you understand the second time..

      The parcel also arrived, I was very pleased, especially since I followed it outside the territory of the unit. It was very cool. The citizen is like some completely different world.. Those who were in the army understand me.

      December 9th.

      Saturday.

      Every Saturday is a day of cleaning and baths. A sauna is just a trip to the shower. The army washes once a week. The foreman assigned people to clean the toilets and the barracks, I was carried away. Lights out on Saturday an hour later, at 23:00

      December 10th.

      The weather is great, and so is the mood. We watch TV, all sorts of patriotic programs. In short, all day in front of the TV and most importantly talking with family.

      December 11th.

      I got a letter from my parents again. Very pleasant. Today, one of the most normal guys found an unwashed mug in his bedside table. How could he fly in like that? I also came up with the idea to have a lucid dream. I tried to do it in civilian life, but it didn't work out. And here as entertainment… Why not?

      There was a drill, our commander immediately conducted it, and then he put a sergeant in charge, and he left. And he decided to fuck us up as much as possible. My ligaments hurt in my leg. He must have felt the power. And later, a check came and checked the drill. So this sergeant can't walk himself, and the inspector told him: "We'll fire you if you don't learn to walk."

      I'm waiting the next morning to see the condition of my legs.

      December 12.

      Time seemed to slow down again, and the realization that you were here for a long time reappeared. Everything is fucked up, and I haven't even taken the oath yet. It is sad to see buses passing by the windows of the barracks. I want to sit in it and go about my business.

      I complained of pain in my leg, I hope they will give me an exemption from the drill and during these days my leg will recover before the oath.

      Today they tested the drill walking skill again, praised us. Is that why there is so much combat? This is because we are preparing for the oath. It will be necessary to walk beautifully in front of a huge crowd of people.

      And we also had a good walk in the evening, in the truest sense of the word. Slowly.

      December 13th.

      While everything is as usual, the heel begins to heal. Yesterday I received a letter again, on 4 pages with sketches. I wrote a reply and hope that he will arrive before the oath. There is also some kind of diarrhea, I took a shit 5 times, with water.

      I will not fool the elder's head today, since the check came anyway and puzzled him.

      December 14th.

      It was a good and cheerful morning, I didn't even expect to get enough sleep. I washed the floor at the disposal. I'm waiting for the doctor to come…

      as a result, he gave me 7 tablets of charcoal. And he said that the pills might be delivered in the evening. And again the drill. Horror, in the course of a young fighter, they don't teach anything except how to walk in formation. My legs hurt so much that we are walking worse and worse, and I think we will go even worse on the oath. I wanted to go to the payphone, I did everything quickly, and there was a queue. Very sorry. A payphone is the only way to call your family on a weekday.

      December 15th.

      I shaved properly for the first time this morning. Efficiently, quickly and without cuts. It's just that I never shaved before the army, only at the age of 17 and then with an electric razor. Now the drill is back, there will be a dress rehearsal of the oath. Ice, rain, then snow.

      December 16, 2017 Day 27. The oath. Everything was going well. When I saw my family, the smile did not leave my face. I thought I'd cry for joy, but no. I was gladder than ever. We marched along the mound of glory well. And when we went to hand over things and get furloughs, people stood on the sides, took pictures of us, filmed us, waved their hands. At one point, I even felt like a hero returning from the war, there was a feeling that now you will go home and everything will be fine as never before.

      But in fact, you're a sucker who just took the oath, all this is just the beginning and most likely your life will only get worse. I was hoping that everything would be fine.

      When we met with my family, I tried to give them all as much time as possible and wanted to be with them as much as possible, but I realized that they were still waiting for the road back, which is 250 kilometers. We need to leave as early as possible while it's still light. When it was time to say goodbye, I cried, and so did my mother. Even my father's eyes turned red. Upon our return, we threw food into the communal and ate with the whole battalion. I only ate fruits, I didn't want anything else. We went to bed, got up at 2:30 at night and couldn't sleep.

      December 17th.

      I'm sleepy because I haven't slept all night. Today we went to the part where I will serve all the time. There was a selection for kettlebell lifting. Well, in general, the day is lazy. I watched the movie "the first avenger", ate sweets and called my family.

      The day was a success, finally lights out. I want to sleep!

      December 18th.

      The morning check-up was earlier than usual, I didn't have time to shave and got a cradle.

      There was tactical training for half a day. They practiced a flash on the right or left, air, gases.

      A flash on the right means you need to fall to the left and cover your head. Air-lie down on the ground and shoot into the air. Gases-put on a gas mask. I didn't have time to put on a gas mask and they carried me in their arms, like dead.

      Overall, the day went well.

      December 19th.

      We walked around the field in uniforms again and executed commands. I liked it today, and it's fun wearing gas masks too.

      At the command "enemy on the right", everyone runs away, falls to the ground, pulls out

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