Login

 

Forgot password?
submarines shipbuilding Black Sea Fleet exercise Pacific Fleet Russian Navy Northern Fleet strategy cooperation Ukraine visits Russia piracy missiles trials Sevastopol history Sevmash presence contracts drills Baltic Fleet industry incident anti-piracy shipyards training Gulf of Aden frigate Somalia India developments reforms opinion Borei procurements policy Russia - India aircraft carrier Crimea arms exports USA St. Petersburg financing tests France Bulava Yury Dolgoruky Serdiukov US Navy cruise Mediterranean Zvezdochka NATO innovations Indian Navy United Shipbuilding Corporation Medvedev Arctic agreements commission Admiralteyskie Verfi Admiral Gorshkov Vladivostok Mistral accident hijacking corvettes overhaul anniversary Russia - France Admiral Kuznetsov Rosoboronexport Vysotsky event ceremony Yantar Severomorsk negotiations defense order conflict aircraft China deployment naval aviation Putin Black Sea investigations Varyag coast guard Novorossiysk Vikramaditya landing craft marines crime Far East Severnaya Verf meeting scandals memorials traditions Syria escort South Korea statistics Japan Neustrashimy Yasen tenders convoys Marshal Shaposhnikov Admiral Chabanenko Ukrainian Navy problems Severodvinsk Chirkov reinforcement tension tragedy firings technology Caspian Flotilla hostages search and rescue Baltic Sea upgrade Moskva provocation Almaz frontier service court keel laying Dmitry Donskoy Turkey rumors Kaliningrad shipwreck Petr Veliky death World War II Admiral Panteleyev helicopters Atalanta Kilo class Norway Admiral Vinogradov Rubin delivery patrols Russia-Norway
Search
Our friends russian navy weapons world sailing ships
 
Tell a friend Print version

New Year’s Eve

On December 31st, I was on duty again, standing watch for our unit. On this most festive of nights there was only one sober person in the unit, and that sober person was me. All the others had gotten drunk long ago and were now involving themselves in a massive brawl: chairs flew across the room, bodies were everywhere.

And I separated the warring parties. Or, rather, I tried to do so.

At some point the telephone rang. I made my way through a heap of bodies and flying fists to answer it. After identifying myself, I heard our Zampolit’s voice:

“Well, how’s it going over there?”

“Fine,” I said. “Everyone’s in a huge drunken brawl.”

“I trust they’re not mussying each other up too badly?”

“Oh, of course not...”

“When they get tired and collapse, line them up and congratulate them for me.”

And that’s what I did: when they finally collapsed I lined them up and congratulated them.

December 31, 1975. The day my transfer to the nuclear sub division was signed.

Previous
Next
Table of contents