I fought in Afghanistan. The trench truth of the last war of the USSR
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In the Afghan war, death lied at every step, the motorcadons often suffered no less losses than the assault units, not only paratroopers and special forces, but also the Tyloviki, the front was everywhere. And even if our troops were not sitting in the trenches, this book is a real trench truth of the last war of the USSR - tough, bloody, without embellishment and self -censorship - about what it is: every minute to wait for a shot in the back and explosion under their feet, to be pressed to the ground, to be pressed to the ground, Catch a bullet with your own body and shoot back to the last cartridge, to the last grenade left for yourself in a makeshift pocket.
"jumped out of the helicopters hovering in a meter-semi (although sometimes the pilots could hang much higher), landing, immediately dispersed on the ground. It usually happened that they had already hung up at the time of landing ... After the landing, they immediately tried to snuggle up to one of the slopes of the valley, because it was impossible to go along the lowland: against the background of even sand in the dry river, the human figure is visible from all sides ... ""
"We went up to the pass along the winding mountain serpentine, to which a secondary road adjoined one of the turns on the right. It turned out that there was a Afghan column with several tanks along this path, which crossed the side of the dushmans, and this column for one moment chopped off our "tail". And then Sich began! Many of our guys died there, not having time to really understand what was happening ... "
"Only we managed to go to the plateau, I heard my friend fell to the ground from behind. Almost immediately, I realized that he was killed: a sniper bullet hit him in a couple of centimeters behind his ear and went through ... I realized only one thing: the second bullet would be mine. I was lucky: the Dushman sniper, fearing to be discovered, did not start his second shot, I was alive ... "
"jumped out of the helicopters hovering in a meter-semi (although sometimes the pilots could hang much higher), landing, immediately dispersed on the ground. It usually happened that they had already hung up at the time of landing ... After the landing, they immediately tried to snuggle up to one of the slopes of the valley, because it was impossible to go along the lowland: against the background of even sand in the dry river, the human figure is visible from all sides ... ""
"We went up to the pass along the winding mountain serpentine, to which a secondary road adjoined one of the turns on the right. It turned out that there was a Afghan column with several tanks along this path, which crossed the side of the dushmans, and this column for one moment chopped off our "tail". And then Sich began! Many of our guys died there, not having time to really understand what was happening ... "
"Only we managed to go to the plateau, I heard my friend fell to the ground from behind. Almost immediately, I realized that he was killed: a sniper bullet hit him in a couple of centimeters behind his ear and went through ... I realized only one thing: the second bullet would be mine. I was lucky: the Dushman sniper, fearing to be discovered, did not start his second shot, I was alive ... "
Author:
Author:Ильюшечкин Александр Александрович, Северин Максим Сергеевич
Cover:
Cover:Soft
Category:
- Category:Biographies & Memoirs
- Category:Historical Literature
Publication language:
Publication Language:Russian
Paper:
Paper:newspaper
Age restrictions:
Age restrictions:16+
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-00155-409-7
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