On the eve of the Day of the Air Force and the Day of the Military Builder.
So somehow it happened that these two kinds of troops celebrate their holidays a little more than a week apart.
Both the Air Force and military builders have always been at the forefront of events. Landers: Patriotic War, Afghanistan, Caucasus and other not very cold points. Military builders: the revival of the country from the destruction of the war, all the grand buildings, Baikonur, Tashkent 1966, BAM, Chernobyl and others on the second.
Blood and then their service.
I served in a building building in the Far North. We threw the selective wood to our “brother countries”, which soon forgot about it.
We also had Batyanis-combates, who beat us three skins, but always fulfilled the promises, a policewoman who constantly touched us, and cried at night in the office, because the disabled child does not see the sun and vitamins, and he has been wandering in the taiga for 15 years. Komroti is an honest guy who retired as a captain because of his direct character and great honesty. Senior flags with thief inclinations, but giving life, pulling the guys out of the burning barracks.
By the kind of service he was acquainted with the SS (secretly), so according to the 1985 records in the construction bats died more than 450 men of timetables, I don't think that in the Air Force then less.
Stroybat worked for the Motherland just as the Air Force protected it!

Somehow for the execution of the plan in the battalion brought a television. On Sundays we watched "I serve the Soviet Union". And it was outrageous, but about the building they never showed for my service. Then the deputy of the company (a former soldier) explained that this transmission was not for internal use, but for "external friends".
Then we watched the “Club of Travellers” and... a miracle we see: in Finland, a miracle tractor took a tree with his legs, spinning it, spinning it, and putting it in a stable! And we wrecked his pencil, it was like it!

Yes, the tails at us were thrown as far and smoothly as the landing knives.

In the summer of 1986, we went to the river to swim. We see a floating boat, and there are 4 desanters in it. They came down and greeted. The exercises are “West-North-East”. This special group was then called. I asked if there was a store and what was there. They said that apart from the expensive column there is no bottle. What is there? And there is, say, the same woman in the village for 5 rubles and a half litre. The soldiers of the sky were advised - we lack the ruble. They gathered rubles. Two of them were brought by our sergeant.
With the two they stayed and began the usual soldier conversation: how they are called, from where, how much to the dumbel, how they feed, as officers, etc. and so on.
The delegation soon returned. In one of them it was solid. Say goodbye to five.
The boat was already five meters away, as the senior sergeant stopped and again directed the boat to the shore. Go here and call me. Now, hold it, and pull out of the bag a half-liter of the monkey. No, you don’t have to, you’ll have two more days to wander in Taiga, I say.
Drink for us to come. We’ll be in the city in a week, in a barracks, and you’ll be sitting in Taiga for another year!
We then blown up this self-driving vehicle for the landing, God give those guys all right!

Holidays of all soldiers and VDV and VSO!!! to