Proceedings of the good for nothing guys. Part 2.
Товарищи! Мой хороший friend who is hiding under the pseudonym "unlucky uncle, after another 100 grams, still decided it was time to tie. And to have something to do in your spare time, I advised him to write their stories. The idea fell on fertile soil, good thing there is talk about anything.
So the second part:
Angola has thrown 88
fate, in Africa, a military adviser, a missile battalion to Angola, and more precisely what the village Quito-Kvanovali is in the south, there navrode Hemenguey came to the hunting of elephants ...
war between the clans (and South Africa) changed all that, the houses were divided into townships, the front, where troops mutuzyat each other and all that under his way, "tossed" it forward, then back ... here today and tomorrow ... do not want to talk. If you submit
Angola "asshole!", Then a hole in it and will Quito! No light, no grub, some ammo scattered around the village. "Black" does not want to fight from the word at all, in general complete. HRC.
dull routine to critical stage during the day yet here and there, in position to go, kicking chernomordym Nada, and in the evening banana alcohol, nasty rare, and sleep.
But we were put guards on the Portuguese - Guards. Ten niggers goats. Oh, how they have ukaraulii .. I can not even explain baldeyut day under the mango tree is such snore at night in the booth, I mean absolutely nothing to do.
to raise the alarm, in the booth hung a carbon dioxide fire extinguisher is empty, well that on his foolish than to peel, usually automatic, this type of "ALERT! Blah! UNITOvtsy attacked! ". I once stood up for duty, so the rope on which he hung a cut in the night. How will the black snoring face! Only had time to have this machine and grab a gorilla, and then shoot him bastard! But the experience came with the workouts!
A "Guard" - that is, protection was at its negrityachem software. Well, of course, and we have about eating "past" did not go, they could then steal.
with dishes they had a hard time, so They collected all sorts of banks, and the beer (and Th! the part where the hole potrut on a stone or a piece of asphalt - the cover will fall off, there's your dishes at the local will drive the market. Well, and packaging of a tomato paste, a three-liter so almost service!
Well, here goes: It's hot, day. "Devils" made a fire, and what is in a healthy bank boil. Maybe a snake? I once ran over a "shishiga" for such a creature, it is under the wheel betsya, and these morons are running around the car: "Assessor! Assessor! Kumida! Kumida! »
(translation: advisor, it's food! Well, something like that ..)
Well cooked ... and I was somewhat boring .. ate is sane eating, taking vzryvpaket (how many grams do not remember, a small but Bickford cord).
Zamatyvayu it in the paper (some Cuban agitation) and to their language campfire ... Lybyatsya bastards. Well, a newspaper with vzryvpaketom the fire lit from him and them the same information in koster.Sam exit .. After a few seconds, naturally a blast!
Bank with a snake in the bushes, black in the dead wood, the fire in the wind!
These devils, and collected Again the fire and up the bank with their brew. Again, I go to them. In the hands of not vzryvpaket and plain paper. Throw into the fire. They grab a hot screaming their bank and run, run, eat something you want, and this white skunk, vsmysle I explode them food ...
was another joke: the charge of us was a black man, something like ofitsanta-Tutor (Well, to wash dishes there, wood chop, sweep, bring water to the garden) was called MASHKOTA. (I'm not a translator, but as this idiot translated his name - it is supposedly Moscow). Although probably lied ...
After one of the attacks YuARovtsami (howitzers J5), the projectile hit the porch of the house where we lived sovetstkie professionals .. In the porch was something like Oruzheyka (stored grenades). Grenades RGD-type we used up long ago - good fish in the river was jammed (think of us 8-NIL Soviet military officers who had thought feed? Ha! All at your expense! That stole it and Eat) Yes of grenades - there were only F-1 (and it is a reptile fragmentation, and the fish is bad jamming). When disassembled obstruction after fire, found the fuse from a grenade - worked ... Well, looks like a normal, rather than undermine it Garnati. Well, where to? He has one in place: check ring ..
Beru "Shirt" F-1 (well, a "pineapple"), put actuated fuse and there's your "almost" a grenade and full of dope head!
I sit on the fence ogorodika (was we have such), well zaborik 40-50 centimeters.
Past comes with a pile of dishes (for bathing), our "steward" MASHKOTA ...
A form they had, like our soldiers now, with pockets at the knees, and wherever possible .. In his eyes, pulled out a grenade F-1, pulling the ring and shoved him in the side pocket of his pants. He was dumbfounded. When he worked in the pocket I check in the first and probably last time I saw GRAY! Nigger!
He threw crockery, mozhzhechkom understanding. it will be worse than a grenade in his pants - that I would will never forgive him ... screaming in their language, he managed to run to the kitchen, throw in a trough dishes and dart away into the forest ...
MASHKOTA only returned the next day ... Brought a grenade, and a check ring.
«assessor! Huckster, but normall, muytu Alert!!! »
Translation: Counselor, the stomach is not normal, a lot of anxiety (it is not literal translate! Well understood Che happened to him)
gave him a piece of soap, and made all that he brought a wash.
But he is not picked up in the hands of ... ordered to throw out.
Pipifaks, somehow they have not been distributed, there is more grass and leaves. . And why am I with them NEVER shook hands, no matter what Angolanin would not rank ...
Refrain from our Chief Engineer (Lieutenant Colonel Uncle Vova): "You (this to me 88-year), the Soviet military advisor? Or advisor of NATO? Why is it so treat podsovetnooy side!? "
And here's how I treated. And Uncle Vova "Devils" then just pissing. Ostensibly negritosina his invisible. " I would be the one who did it - led to the woods and shot. Дядя Вова стерпел, наверное потом и генералом стал.
Но точно не знаю...
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