War through the eyes of volunteers: Hell Ilovaysk, booby-trapped toys and need to quilted jackets
The correspondent of "Duma" George Ak-Mirza returned from another trip to the zone ATO. This time he spoke with the soldiers Ukrainian volunteer battalions that fought in Ilovaiskaya and Amvrosievsky district of Donetsk region. Alas, the camera George together with a card confiscated at a checkpoint. Therefore illustrate the material image, made "‹"‹commander of "Donbass" Semen Sementchenko journalist and " Left Bank "by Max Levine.
- Not the hero who died. And those who survived and killed more enemies - a favorite proverb commander with the callsign "Jacques" of the battalion "Donbass".
Before leaving for the front trying to phone his old friend Dima from Dnepropetrovsk who fights now a volunteer battalion "Dnepr". Communication in the area of "‹"‹ATO no: at a distance of 30-40 kilometers from Donetsk "Kyivstar" rests entirely. MTS operates with noise and sometimes dying too. After another failed attempt throw SMSku: "Where are you?".
The answer comes quickly: "In hell your friend. His corpse we fed the dogs. " Slowly boil with rage. Mocking message means only one thing: my friend died. A SMS sent "jokers" from the so-called "militia DNR", ie the militants. Remains only an illusory hope, for which I cling like a lifeline - Dima was captured. And SMS, sent in response - just mocking attempt to get me out of balance.
CAUTION MINES!
Mariupol, morgue. When viewed from one of the "two hundredth" - who died under Amvrosievka fighter - nurses notice armpit grenade without a ring. Rigor mortis cramped muscles soldier without giving grenade explode.
Sappers neutralize deadly "fairing" and state the fact - the corpse was still mined in Amvrosievka immediately after the death of a person. Body with a grenade cocked drove about five hours to Mariupol. It turns out that after the death of a soldier saved the lives of three nurses, ambulance driver and medical battalion ...
These "gifts" from the DNR fighters - are not uncommon. During a reconnaissance raid by Ilovajsk where I tagged along behind his friends from the battalion "Donbass", scouts just conjure me:
- Do not touch anything!
Even if the subject is completely harmless in appearance, it can still bring death. Traditional object for placement of explosives - the bodies of dead soldiers. Separatists equally well undermine not only foreign, but also their dead, those who do not have time or do not want to take with you.
In a dilapidated house scout nicknamed Philosopher neutralizes equipped with a "surprise" child's toy - cute furry bear with one eye:
- No commander's order - from us on a step. Podorveshsya of the blue - he says sternly.
Assurances that their past wars (George Ak-Mirza as a reporter visited several major newspapers in Libya, Syria and several other hot spots - Ed.) I have repeatedly seen stretching, scouts stubbornly "do not hear."
They are right - the war on the war is not like. Later I found out that in the vicinity of the dilapidated house, except the teddy bear, defused three more streamers. One of them was just on the trail in the garden, on which I was going to go on a small need.
Ilovaiskaya
In Ilovaiskaya now this theater of the absurd. The quiet town has turned into a kind of Stalingrad. The alignment of forces is similar to the multi-layered burger. In the center are now about fifty men of the battalion "Donbass" - shock-assault team. With them - about thirty men of the battalion "Kryvbas" about ten - from the "Miner" and several soldiers "Aydar." Volunteers from the "Right Sector" - somewhere on the left wing.
Battalion "Azov", which was on the right wing, for unknown reasons, withdrew from the position and walked away. On the radio "AZOVTSEV" reported that, well back from the large losses.
Army is not here - the military "graciously" allowed to release Ilovajsk dobrobatam who armed only with small arms.
On the outskirts of large concentrations of nesting militants - in fact surrounded by our volunteers. Do scouts with whom I go, one task - to find out where you can break the enemy ring to bring dobrobaty of the burning city.
Loss really big - only "Donbass" per night fighting in Ilovaiskaya five killed and about fifteen wounded. In other battalions also has "two hundred" and "three hundred."
Communication between the commanders assault mouth - only on the radio. What's going on in the air, can be called in one word - a mess. At the same wave hang and volunteers, and separatists. Last love to go into negotiations with the Ukrainians mocking comments. Airwaves filled with noise, foul language, shouting, and sometimes calm intimate conversations. Once I overheard a five-minute conversation between some militant commander and assault company Ukrainian volunteers. "DNRovets" tried to convince our corridor for export to the victims. The conversation was absolutely correct, the parties avoided use profanities. The impression is that they are for "a glass of tea," discussing domestic issues.
He sat down next to me near the bullets chipped corner of a small shop with a sign "Products", a scout with the call sign "Merry" explains a situation in which were his comrades in the battalion:
- Night assault companies have come here freely. In general Ilovajsk can access only one road on the south side. Walked as if on parade, no counter-shot, no resistance. And when they came, "DNRovtsy" shut the boiler - it turned out they were waiting for us and the ambush. But our guys did not miss too - rushed ahead and drove them out of the center. But then our, in turn, rejected. In general, for two days here is n ... cut, only manage to "two hundredth" pull.
Heavy military equipment - tanks and armored personnel carriers - volunteers not, and never was, despite the fact that many of them have experience in the management of such machines.
- Give armor army on specific operations. When their left foot wants. And sometimes it does not give. Now that's not allowed. We were waiting for the promised armor for almost a week, then spat and went on Ilovajsk just like that, without fire support and technology. Guys just besilis of inaction - we have a week Ilovajsk "take." We take, then put back. A military board ... we frankly - I recognized a short break between the dashes commander of a platoon "Donbass".
Asphalt Ilovaiskaya strewn with sleeves. Skirmishes break out from time to time, the parties are fighting for every house. Civilians can not see - are sitting in basements. Only once did I see an elderly man who, every now and then bending down, runs under the fence, embracing three-liter bottle of water.
- All data collected. There is a corridor. You can go to the base. Journalist pick - his head was responsible for it! - Manages the commander of the reconnaissance. Depart running, short dashes. I insure an experienced intelligence officer nicknamed Tiny. When we fall, he tries to shut me up with most of his body, in his opinion, dangerous side.
By the way, before going to explore the guys gave me a great sixth grade protection vest with collar. That Armor, which I grabbed from Odessa, and stayed in the car - the guys were skeptical about it as a "protection against mosquitoes," and advised him to sleep, "repellent to use is not necessary - Cover with your Bronicas and be like a child to rest."
Frontline LIFE
Upon returning to the base stun silence. After the fight, everything seems delayed and somehow unreal. My companions immediately forget about just experienced the dangers and begin to plead with the housework.
One of the main conditions for a pleasant stay on the front line - a cozy toilet. Foxhole over trivial cesspool fighters equipped nowhere brought toilet, setting it on the deck of the boards. He has even seat - an incredible, almost royal luxury. Over an outhouse built mini shalashika of twigs and straw, and the roof done in the hole through which the sun shines - in a successful "tuning" of the toilet where you can read a book. Usually it is engaged in shalashika Philosopher. Former Lecturer in Sociology from Donetsk even put a shelf there with several Tomiki.
- Good grub, in touch with home and time by ... Men - that's all front-line happiness, - says the philosopher.
Since the First World War, so carefully described Remarque, uncomplicated life to soldiers added Internet. By lucky with a working router runs the whole company "to connect" to send a little letter relatives or sit for half an hour in social networks.
The owner of the router nicknamed Byte - Former Net designer. At the front Byte became thrower, mastered the art of cunning bullet from a "pipe" - grenade any model. In between battles volunteer engaged in a modest business - changes the time of your router on any front-line "nishtyaki" - cartridges and charges for RPG-7V.
In the corner of the tent reconnaissance, to which I attached as a journalist, and lies a huge homemade bomb from a school bucket - a few pounds of TNT, 10 kg nuts and metal shavings, filled with hardened white solution. On the bucket - harmless inscription "For doormats." From the tank to pull the wires. Electrical fuse with a detonator is in a backpack baby. This bucket I sat down on the first night after his arrival. It was only after an hour of conversation on a variety of topics scouts bother to tell me on what I'm ... peculiar humor front.
Without detonator bomb almost safe if it does not drop. Later, when moving, I helped drag this infernal machine. Heavy. A land mine was found in a rural school scouts one of the liberated towns under Ilovaiskaya. A bucket with a deadly contents left under the stairs in the school lobby retreated separatists.
- If shandarahnulo, it would be completely demolished not only the school, but this settlement. That's like a separable Donbass kids, Th ... - smiling, seeing as I have been studying a bomb, scout Kid.
Soldier diligently guts packing gaskets. These feminine hygiene products used here is not intended - as insoles. Feet do not sweat, the smell does not remain dirty shoes.
Pads with the help of other volunteers bring. It's really crazy people! They break to the devil horns to bring things that are collected for the soldiers in the rear. However, not everything that bring enthusiasts who really need it. For example, the volunteer movement fighting unit provides a huge amount of ... chocolates and biscuits. As a joke dobrobatovtsy in the rear obviously believe that at the front fighting some sweet tooth.
- Instead of candy and cookies need more smoke grenades. What is missing is the "smoke." In 2008, we even ... army did not go without a "smoke" - throwing a couple of pieces and removed his pants. Snipers hunt specifically for those who go out of necessity. But dymovuhu - a very large deficit. Cartridges have sea reserve a month in advance, a lot of sweets, at least use them instead of bullets. A "smoke" - no. No karematov and sleeping bags, we need already warm uniforms and quilted jackets are the same - the war drags on. Ahead of the autumn and winter campaign - says the company commander "Jean."
Before leaving, buy at a roadside stall (yes, trade on the front goes on, despite the risk), two grilled chicken and a pile of pitas - exposes the scouts with whom I spent a couple of days.
Dreamily rolled his eyes and with a crunch biting strong teeth drumstick, Kid says:
- Damn, I'm already used here in a few months, all the food - just what the bank. And this chicken - a real paradise. In the rear, probably every day people eat chicken! This is the life ...
His fighting sister - Belarusian nicknamed Sphinx, not looking up from the wing, assents: chicken - this divine food and expensive luxury. Starved guys. Meager allowance volunteers are not paid for months. Most of the soldiers of the battalion "Donbass" concluded with the command of the National Guard of Ukraine contracts to which they are entitled monthly salary - a little more than a thousand hryvnia. But according Toddler promised the command "three years will have to wait."
- For the three months I was paid in 1050 hryvnia. It is said that three thousand more will soon be transferred. But there was little hope. That Sphinx contract does not shine - it Byelorussian foreigner. In general, we are not fighting for the money, but for the country. We are volunteers, not mercenaries. Where did you see the mercenaries who will die a thousand hryvnia per month? The money - only toothpaste and soap. But those who do not pay ... - says scout nicknamed Wind.
On the way back to Odessa, Dnipropetrovsk already, I met with several wounded "donbassovtsami." One of them survived after a bullet went through his cheek, shattering his jaw. The other arm was amputated. The third was the lead in the stomach.
No benefits or compensation, or even free treatment they should not: in the lists of the wounded they are not registered. In the history is written, "occupational injury, received it as a result of an emergency." Heroes operated only through volunteers and donations. Now with the help of public-spirited lawyers and human rights guys preparing lawsuits in court to recognize their victims in the ATO.
"Found - KILL"
Three days after my departure from the reconnaissance, I learned that the wind blew himself up with a grenade, taking with them to the light of three militants. And my friend Dima battalion of "Dnepr" was found. Alive and well. When you call me, he said: "Mobilkom lost under Amvrosievka. There was a serious Zaruba, that's jumped out of my pocket when I changed position. And did not find then. A phone picked separable and started calling my family and friends to send Sms Tones that I died. This is because they mocked my relatives. But I remembered the phone memory and your mom. Called here, to soothe. And my mother, count, when she called separable and "pleased" that I was dead, sent them to the dick. And she said she did not believe. So I have already reassured called. And she said in response: "Son, I want, what would you punish freaks out" DNI "who dared to make fun of your mother!" Well, I promised her. Naidu - kill you! "
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