Continuing the military...
In the mid-1990s, the glorious city of Nicopolis, the air defense military unit protecting the Zaporozhye Air Force, the control battery, the long-range detection radar station P-19 on the combat duty, half a year before the debris.
This glorious story began when in our barracks they decided to do a repair and all our control battery moved into tents to the position of combat duty. The position was located virtually in the city, the fence was only partially guarded. In the evening, our combat captain Novikov, the other officers and officers went home and we went all the battery into the city. There was only a duty shift at the duty station, one person on the PVN tower (air surveillance post), well, very young. At this glorious time began the breakdown with gasoline (well, with everything else too) and my station P-19 on the basis of two gasoline ZIL 131 which now poured about a ton of gasoline became for city taxi drivers.
Nicopol was a real fuel rescue, well, I had problems with drinking, pocket money and transportation. I just rebuilt the rack on the taxi wave and called a taxi straight to the position. We went to the city in civilian clothes, and the shape was hidden in one of the hangars.
The holiday lasted about a month, night holidays and excesses began to become a habit, but... After some time the combate remembered that the process of shaking personnel was somehow interrupted and decided to arrange a night war alarm...
When my friend Sasha and I returned to our position on a beautiful early warm morning, we changed clothes and smoked and slowly moved towards the tents, a combat struck us and started screaming wondering where we were. When our combat captain Novikov began to roar, his face became very red and saliva flew from his mouth to different directions, for which he deserved the nickname of OHP (chemical foam extinguisher). To this topic, Sascha and I somehow did not eat and honestly answered the combat, that we are going out of the toilet, which the combat delighted us, that if we are so dumb and we are sitting in the toilet with
9 o’clock in the evening until 6 o’clock in the morning, then you can now go for 10 days on a haupwatt. As you understand, the censorship words in the half-hour monologue of Captain Novikov were very few.
But nothing to do, the mouth is so lip. Our lips are in
Nikopol was not and had to use the lip either in Dnipropetrovsk or in Krivogor. More than 100 km there and there. I didn’t want to drive to the hill. And I decided to use the last secret weapon, the secret of which was told to me by the previous sergeant-in-chief of the station.
by P-19. The interior of the P-19 station is a dark room filled with cabinets with lamp electronics and several round screens. All lamps in addition to the fact that they do not suffer from electromagnetic shock during a nuclear explosion, have one feature - they are heated heavily and in order to avoid melting poor operators inside, there are 15 cooling fans inside, which are turned on together with the station.
So, if one of the fans bent to the far right, it crushed to the mass and did not allow the station to be turned on. At the same time, it looked very colourful, as all the safeguards on the primary chains of all the blocks were covered and a red lamp lighted near each. This is something
100...
I handed over the combat duty to the young man, I am sitting in a tent preparing for my lips and waiting for a reaction - the station is on combat duty. Over the clock - a planned turn on, I see - I ran, my secret weapon worked. An hour after two the OHP flies and is interested in a good cry that this is my station does not work. I explain that before that everything was okay, but if I had not gathered on the lip, then of course I would have repaired everything, and so... Generally speaking, the combat ran away, and had nothing to do - the punishment was canceled and the pins drove me to clean the station. I came, I laid down the plan-schemes, I turned on the solder, in the canyon it stumbled, so that the smoke from it by a pillar stood and lay down to fill up. Well, by the evening, the fan bended and everything worked, the security of the state and the world peace were saved. And when I was leaving, I told my successor about a secret fan and I was 100% sure that if this station still works, this military secret is carefully passed on from generation to generation!