In the early 1970s, in the unit where my father served, Major Kornev was the head of staff. Among his duties was the organization of regular journeys in some purely military affairs of the automobile to the nearby city. This happened a couple of times a week.



In the city wanted to come and officer wives, so for these trips assigned civil transport of increased passenger capacity. The departure of the car from the unit was to take place at eight zero, but the officer wives were an undisciplined contingent and in fact the car left much later.



I remember myself - you were sitting in the car with your mother, and the ladies stretched one by one along the track, or they were still staying on that track, stuck with their tongues. In general, it is good if at half nine the car from part off. And Major Kornev looks at this ugliness from the window of the headquarters and in his interior all the contents boil. He spoke separately with these wives, and in the women’s council partly raised the question.



In general, one day he appointed himself the chief of the car and waiting for a magical time of eight hours zero minutes zero seconds commanded the driver - we leave!

Oh yeah! The wives were shouting that they had time to get into the car - this is Manya and Anya ten steps away from us, and Glasha and Dasha wanted to go today!

The Pooher! “Major,” he said, “you have an army here, not somewhere there. We went!

And the car went off, and Masha and Glasha were left to scratch their eyes on the track. Upon returning to the part, Major Kornev said that from today he plans to execute older cars for violating the schedule and do not give god again someone will wait.



From that time until ten eight, all the departing people were sitting flat in the car and waiting for departure.