All recruits have lost a lot of weight from that poor nutrition. Generally, when you arrive to the boot camp, everyone would know everything about you, and senior soldiers would know the most.
Boxing helped me out here again.
I was respected, never been beaten and even showed the highest degree of respect: they called me to work out with them at night.
The rest were less lucky: be a wimp, and the seniors would harass the shit out of you.
At that time dedovshchina hazing practices were still present in the army.
They were too afraid to beat me, but doing what our superiors tell us to do was an inviolable. So they trained me by giving me extra duty.
As I was a soldier with an attitude and not particularly pliable, I was given extra duty assignments over and over again.
Duty assignments was a whole separate matter.
Sometimes you got a daily detail, or a kitchen duty. At daily detail, you were supposed to stay up all night and clean your daily detail post in the barracks until it shines, and doing kitchen duty meant peeling about five buckets of potatoes (not alone, though) for about three hours, and then washing the dishes after breakfast, lunch and dinner, and also scrubbing the floors.
As we were assigned to communications, we had to master Morse code.
I’ll tell you that was some hell to learn.
For a long time, I wasn’t able to learn it at all, and I actually thought I would be transferred to another unit, but I was kept in the communications because of my general physical fitness.
As the saying goes, diligence is the mother of success, and the Soviet military had another saying, “if you can’t do it, we’ll teach you, if you don’t want to, we’ll force you”. In the end, they made a decent comms man out of me.
The funny thing is, Morse code never came in handy for me afterwards.
After a long nine months of training I got my deployment to an outpost, and not an ordinary one but bearing some famous name.
It was very honorable.
The outpost was named after a border guard hero.
The outpost was an entirely different world. It was like a close-knit family, though a very strict one.
At first, they try you for strength.
Put it that way, you are put to the test with cold, difficulties, work and insomnia. One big improvement that I immediately felt was food. It was a huge, dramatic difference. It was like coming home. Village bread, milk fresh from the cow, meat, sour cream, etc. But first things first.
I was deployed to the outpost in winter. The weather in Russia’s Far East is hardcore.
It’s as cold -40°, and the wind’s so strong it’s able to knock you off your feet. Naturally, I was wearing the same field dress that was given to me in the boot camp.
It was only afterwards that they sent me warm socks, underpants, mittens, etc.
But at that time, I didn’t even have a winter uniform yet.
I had only summer uniform and summer footwraps (the boot camp did not have time to switch to winter uniform).
I was brought in, introduced to the outpost commander and immediately assigned to sentry duty for 8 hours! I was shocked and did not know what to do not to freeze.
True, I was given a sheepskin coat, winter felt boots (valenki), and I found some warmer footwraps. I put everything on, and my senior and I, together with a dog (a huge black shepherd dog), went to the sentry duty.
The worst thing was that being unable to warm yourself up by moving, because, firstly, you can’t make noise as a sentry, and secondly, with the slightest hint of jogging, this huge dog charges and tries to bite you.
