Nice sunny day. The river airfield is working:
I had a good nap on the slope not far from this place. Young curious snake waked me up:
After this I went hope to type the continuation. Missilemen 55
One day in September 1974 Kuzya addressed to me:
“Let’s go to Moscow? It’s becoming dull here”.
“Are you going to take part in the parade?” – I asked him back.
Our regiment was a parade regiment and two times on every year, once on the First of May and another one on the Seventh of November, representative of our military unit took part in the parade on the Red Square.
“Yes! Why not? It will be a good rest”.
“No, I will no survive all these drills” – was my negative reply.
But Kuzya managed to survive all these drills and three times visited Moscow on the parade occasion. He told us the stories about exercises on the Central Airfield and very good rest in nearest café Lira on Leningradsky Prospect.
“Have you seen Breghnev” – I asked him one day after his return from this trip.
“Yes, of course! And even drank for his health same moment when my truck passed the Mausoleum tribune I got my flask with cognac and made couple of swallows”.
Same fall Gena and his battery carried out the real missile launch in Kapustin Yar. I envied him because not all of us had the chance to push the Start button for real rocket launch. They traveled there by echelon taking the missile from their stock and all battery equipment including launch table.
“What bring for you back?” – asked Gena before this trip.
“Big spider” – I am joking.
“Okay” – Gena promised seriously.
And he kept his promise bringing back big spider in 3-liter glass container. It lived in the hostel with us all the winter. Cockroaches were his major food and we had no problem to catch these insects in battalion canteen. Sometime his menu was diversified by flies occasionally caught in our places of work and dwelling. One sunny day in spring we allowed our spider to walk outside his container in the empty lot not far from our hostel. The hens from the neighbor’s backyards were wandering here too digging the dust ground. One of them paid attention to our pet and started to sneaking up moving sideway and looking at us slyly.
“Take spider back!” – I tell Gena – “It gobbles him!”
“It’s not known who will gobble whom!” – Gena put a good face on.
Everything happened so fast that we had no chance to prevent the sad event. Hen mad powerful acceleration from its place and with one jump-flight attacked spider from the air. It swallowed it in two motions.
The time of our service was flying too in training and simple entertainments.
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