Everyone knows that in the territory of the former USSR, the men have an eternal common theme - the army. No matter how many years a man has - the number of stories and topics about "service", about the steepness of the army and the character of the fathers-commanders, does not decrease, but only increases with the years. At the same time, everyone is inclined to exaggerate, attribute, hyperbolize to the absurd "bey experience" and "movement" of their service. And it doesn’t matter what served with the spade – the Dembel album will be decorated with a photo of a warrior hanging with a weapon, who alone prevented at least 10 world wars, not counting the secret operations during the next vacation.
Now to history. So it turned out that my mother married five years ago for the second time and we moved to live "with him". Good was where. Compared to our city, it is still more vibrant and warmer. Relationship with the father seemed normal. And after graduating from school and entering the university in the neighboring city, I can say and do not get confused under my feet at Mommy's happiness. But I noticed a strange feature behind him - when men who do not come from the nearby circle gather at the table and engage in traditional conversations about serving in the army, the eye becomes modest. Speaks served in the building, ordinary, and especially about the service to tell and nothing... About the service is and speaks. But only when the “next circle” comes together. And all there is not below the rank of Colonel, it turns out. Some still serve. There are no photos in his “family” album. Only two were found in a separate albummaker, and there he was without signs of distinction with one of the nearby circle against the background of brown-yellow mountains in camouflage clearly not built-batovsky - the desert is something with camouflage. And in the breaks of the conversations, they were clearly not engaged in construction there, because among their jokes they whispered the mention that the father of the "night", "the sun did not see and the white returned from a trip" and "that it is not for you to climb at night after night." And despite the jokes, his comrades are extremely polite and respectful to him.
In the summer I went to handcuffs. The coach was familiar with the father and they sometimes train together in an empty hall. And in appearance, the father is a tuffy, relaxed retiree.
And like a man, he’s right, but he doesn’t seem as simple as he wants to seem.
The soul does not drink in it. And a little...