I did not want to write! neither commentary nor history, but how it became surprising that the stories about the notorious Leszek, or how it is right in Polish, put the pluses. Who is? Who and what do they admire?
Well, the author of the PAN Viteevato writes about the "movements" of the blunt Polish special forces, when such "movements" our soldiers almost every day in the dressing rooms for boredom.
A police officer protected his wife. Just a move! Well, on the exercises “uaik” standard accepted. Well!! What!! Where is?! to
Okay, even though the excursion to the concentration camp spider-unintelligent spent, it was somehow like that...
Well, okay, I am talking about the last feat of LESEK when he put the commander on his ass.
Well... a move!
I am not currently working, like in retirement.
In the 1990s, even before the collapse of the USSR, he served in the normal troops in the Odessa military district.
Everything that the PAN here writes as a “movement” of LESEK to conduct the siege, I, a lieutenant, after a year of service, conducted with the soldiers first-hand. The truth is not with the commanders, but with the “imitators” (sometimes they were from other nearby parts).
And then we made a “sweep”.
Captain Palych was a veteran of Afghanistan, two Red Stars, ZBZ. Low, shy, living, silent, often silenced and smoked in the red cheeks hiding the cigarette in the fist. He was super special and we, young people, looked at him as a model, studied (always helped and suggested), imitated a little. There were many such veterans in our brigade.
At the end of the summer and early autumn at the next district exercises (this is cool and large-scale) the Head of the District Intelligence (hereinafter - NRO) came to us to control and "teach as it should".
For us, spies, in the District, the Chief of Intelligence is virtually the second after God. Honestly speaking, all, according to the Soviet custom, feared and guarded him.
He may have been a good man, but from his greatness and stupidity he crushed everyone and everything around him. Like all the ho... and all the fools, all the breakups.
He was dressed in our Brigade, a type closer to intelligence. Well, we did something there in preparation for the exercises, and at the next divorce he called several officers and scattered them in an empty place with mattresses, threats, fit, as in the movie, "roast in roast" and splashing saliva oral for twenty minutes. Among these officers was a puppy.

Somehow very unlike, but Palych polse of this show asked (yet for him his own) from our headquarters the task of teaching strictly in a certain area, which no one liked - the steppe, you will not hide anywhere, you will not go unnoticed, the settlement is difficult and long to cook. Well asks the veteran - organized, just said why do you Palych, old man, heracle on the steppe? There are areas of forests, mountains (hills), again go to the intermediaries-observers, with an experienced look at the youth.
No? no? Well, what you want, here is the district, only there the curator is the Head of the District Intelligence, again if you get a p...dule.
Then our groups distributed by areas, set tasks, dropped and went on each for themselves.
The NRO with its swipe, on two watzics (the UAZiki were on the balance of the District - this is important), again with its "rexes" (2 confident officers of the Marine Corps from Oczakov), 3 "intermediaries-observers" and a driver-flag rolled around the area of Palyč as a pirate on the sea. Then there, then here, like these clowns from my intelligence will pass here. And what, the steppe around, posts, observers everywhere. For NRO, they were found there wherever possible. And, yes, at the same time, the white flags of "intermediaries-observers" on machines and bandages were principally not recognized, such as "I am not going to surrender here and I will not be touched, because I am second after God."
Well, and then, when the whole pizza and pizza after the exercises was silent, one of these sailors (class guys by the way) told me. Further, close to the original, from him...
“On the third day of the exercises, as always, we rush through the steppe on two watzics under 60 km/h, we (cover group for the NRO) on the second, next to the first, on which the NRO with a swipe. Before this, the posts and observers received reports that at night and in the morning everything was quiet and clean. We rush with the wind, it is hot, but we observe, around the steppe, sunshine and peace.
Suddenly, the front juazik as in the wall, the ass rose up and dust with a pillar. Well, we didn’t stop, the first in the back with all the revolutionary hatred. Blood, shit and sweat... It hurts, I don’t understand why? In an empty place? I get out somehow, my thigh hurts from a blow, and me, Morpheus! Someone's foot in the dust, spit had no time, and the hands are strained by something and drag the fucks somewhere. Throwed into the barracks, it was not visible from the road, and a bunch of bodies fell on me.
Dust-sand in my mouth, hands tightened, you will rise up, and on me still bodies are splashing, splashing. They scattered. All of them, all of them, are bound by their hands. Hey Lee, we freed ourselves, looked around, near our livelihoods, weapons, and silence.
We stood up, shrugged, came out of the woods, and three chumazons were wandering in the steppe to meet us. I watched, and this is the Head of Intelligence with a swipe.
All dust and silence.
NRO did not say a word to us (this is as far as the mariner tells us) and went and whispered “Bl..., how so, bl..., su..., ue...., зае...., pizz... to all.”
We came to the crushed cars, there was dust, no hole on the road, no trace of explosion or anything else.
Everyone looks at the driver of the first car. He says, “I’ve chased this road a hundred times, I’ve studied all the cats. And then before my nose grows a dust wall the size of a football gate, I am on the brakes! and...” The swipe kicks, said yes, the wall grew up, it was like this, and then the boom, the fuck, was pulled in the half-seat.
The Chief of Intelligence looks around everyone: “Who has seen who are these bastards?No one saw anyone, dust, a bunch of small. You are th. Colonel and you, right? Have you seen who pulled you into the steppe? They said, “No, some clothes on their heads were swallowed and wrapped. Then they kept quietly sitting down a few times and stumbled.”
Noah said, “What is it? Did no one see Nietzsche?“!”
We all say, “No, thumb. The Colonel.”
Well, it is clear that it is you (intelligence), but who specifically and whose group you can not immediately calculate. At the same time, from the observation posts they ask, “Why did the mouth stop? Has it happened?” Thus e. all saw, but in the dust did not notice that we were not just stopped, but we were kind of quiet. What to do with blind people.
Just so you can't stop the exercise, so for more than a week, the Chief of Intelligence boiled and prepared punishment and execution. But it turned out that there could potentially be up to 4 of our groups in this area, there were no "intermediary" flags on the cars, and you do not overcome them all without evidence.
After the general examination of the exercises, the NRO built all the commanders of these 4 groups (including me, Lieutenant Lieutenant) in front of the army of officers, goes there from one to the other, silently and in the eyes so brightly and penetratingly looks. He approaches Palic face to face and burns him with a sparkling look. The thumb is like a drown. They stood there for three minutes, like a spell, but he probably understood that he had a cloudy base for specific pieces, raised his index finger, fiercely shook in front of Palych's nose and suddenly turned away.
All of us were scratching out of impatience, said Palic! Come on, how then? How did he decide? He smiles, drinks and eats. Silent, we even offended a little, although then poured.
Three months later, they were also sitting and the Palic liked it. He says he was very offended by the NRO for saliva on his face. The district knew, the sergeants and soldiers in his group were already experienced fighters, although all of the time officers. He himself went to work on the main task, and sent two to observe the district where the main KP could be (he was always equipped at the exercises there). They calculated the frequency and directions of the Pirate route. It was that Palych jumped with his own on the rocks, in the night burst from two strands, on the road a simple coat-top was stretched, sand-dust was poured, sticks were laid for the lever. It is hard to wait, but for the sake of the holy thing you will not do anything. At the entrance of this Pirate Cortex, the rope was sharply stretched, the coat-bar shot and became like a wall in front of my nose. As they taught. We turned the Pirates, we know the area, we would leave anyway, but nobody was rushing. somehow so.
Sorry for the long time, but I wanted to bring this idea to the PANA, that this is the case, the simple timetables of the Russian special forces without a single shot, quickly, without breaking away from the main affairs worked, and this (if not considering that the object was the Chief of Intelligence) is in principle their normal work, and not the feat of the great Polish special forces.
By the way, Palych remained a captain until the collapse of the USSR and did not become the commander of the company, although he was worthy and planned.
The Special Forces Day!