Boroda: One winter near Kostroma, our artillery division moved to the field to carry out firefighters. As always, on time and on account. They quickly masqueraded the equipment, long-range detectives fell into surveillance. The watch was conditional – they stood up 400 meters away from us, also disguised. The team went to battle, guns were placed on a combat basis, time went to adjust communication and reports of readiness. SOB (senior officer of the battery)on the communication: "Angara-Angara!, I-Angara-1, how do you hear?" in the helmet crash, swing. There is no answer. "Angara and Angara! I-Angara-1 How do you hear? Through the noise, as if from the Goppa of the world, the answer:..ngara1, I hear you badly!... In general, this change was repeated another 2-3 times. Time for counting is coming. Here, the SOB did not withstand and gave the command to fight and smoke: not to go away from the cars, to cast, to smoke, not to sit on the armor in the frost. I was screamed from the neighboring armor-Boroda-see -link- and the finger on the spy-radio telephonists pointed out. I looked in the panorama of the Connecticut - in a winter hat, bound to the blind, and above it the helmet on the back of the head is bound...I hear you bad-o-o!)))