I was very young at the time, I was only fourteen, cigarettes were not always sold in the store. As suddenly a disturbing rumor spread through the school that those who have already knocked, need to go to the district military department, have a card there, go to the medical commission and all kinds of shells.
It was a big break, but there was one small strap in the situation. You can go to school legally. So I chose a day with hopeless control and went to surrender to the army.
I come and see another twenty boys laying in the cabinets. He asked, signed up, took a paper. Next to doctors. They immediately asked about fainting, checked whether I knew the alphabet, then measured all my tactical and technical characteristics. Finally, I showed a dark aunt a pitch.
I think everything. to home. But what there.
Suddenly, a slightly messy military man appears in the corridor, and screams. We do not run, we go all out into the yard, we build, now the commander of the military committee will speak to you.
We came out, built not very accurately, we stand, we wait for phenomena.
We look in front of some small turboprop miracle, judging by rust, of the time immediately after the Great Patriotic War. But without a race and tribe, probably some small-series, unsuccessful specimen. Or assembled by local floats in a garage of spare parts.
It must be said, at the time, all the military commissions of the city were very competitive in the quest to have some visible military aid on their territory. Someone had a BTR, someone had a mine. We have a mysterious plane.
So here we stand, we talk, we wait. But something caught me this unit, I try to identify the brand by memory, then I was fascinated by aviation, I cut pictures from "Youth Techniques", I understood, the model of the glue.
Finally the boss came out, pushing us something burning. Then he thought and asked:
Does anyone have questions to me?
Everyone, of course, is silent, looking at the gate, then I couldn’t stand and whispered:
Why did you put it in Messerschmitt’s court?
Where is? He did not understand with a deaf voice.
“Yes,” I stumbled towards the plane. He turned and looked at him for a long time, as if he had landed here a minute ago. And then I gradually became aware that because of the color of the drive, he probably doesn’t know very well what this is.
The scream was then. Military promised to remember me forever, to issue a white ticket right now, and never see me again. Yes, they were so scared.
I apologized for a long time, the man turned out to be normal. Most importantly, he really remembered this case, which allowed me, later grown up, to enter our military commissariat, as if home.