By Major Konstantin Komarov of Russian Special Operations Unit.
From the very start of our study at the military school, as we were learning tactics, firearms, autos and armored vehicles, all of the trainees were made to pass certain tests. The tests had to do with all sorts of transport and combat vehicles. Some requirements were fairly simple and some more difficult. In any case, working with a new type of vehicle started from the basics: getting in and out of the vehicle individually or as part of a group.
We did it all year round, with weapons, fully equipped. The work was so intense that the backs of our coats were soaked with sweat; our knees, elbows, fingers, heads and other body parts were bruised and covered with blood due to banging and scratching against hatches, walls, doors and car ledges. An hour after this kind of training, sweaty, angry and tired, we were able to fly through the narrow hatches and vehicle entrances in a single movement not even paying attention to our sticking out weapons and equipment.
We kept asking ourselves: why in the world are we doing all this?
The answer came during our second year, when during a Tactics class all of a sudden an armored infantry vehicle with the unit inside it caught fire. Eleven people wearing winter uniforms, with gear and auxiliary equipment, left the burning vehicle in 6 seconds! No one was injured, no equipment left behind, the fire was put out quickly and without panic. Only then we began to understand the importance of the “small things” such as a simple ability to correctly take one’s place and leave it.
This habit, developed at the military school along with sweat, bruises and scratches, saved me more than once in various situations. This habit helped me jump out of a vehicle rolling off a cliff; take a running jump during cross fire to the safety of a vehicle’s armor; in split seconds in pitch black darkness move from the driver’s seat to the gunlayer seat and activate the shooting gear of the armored personal carrier…
This old habit is alive not only during the military service, but also in daily civil life. Once I watched an old army friend of mine, Andrei, who had purchased a new car. He parked the car, walked around it for a while, then started entering the car from one side and getting out from the other. After having done this about 10 times, he got in the driver’s seat and started moving to the passenger seat and back.
I could not help but ask him what he is up to. Andrei’s response was a story with a valuable lesson.
In 1994, he retired from the army and started a business of driving used cars from Europe to Russia. In those days this business was quite risky because bandits were hanging out on the roads, hunting out such drivers. Following the old military habit, Andrei always took the time to get adjusted to each car he drove. Finally, this habit saved his life.
It happened in late fall. Andrei picked up a car in Belarus and drove across the Russian territory in Smolensk region. Up ahead he saw a Traffic Police car and a man in police uniform signaling with the black and white striped staff to pull over (this is how police officers pull over drivers in Russia). Andrei stopped the car but kept the engine running, rolled down the window and waited. The “cop” slowly approached the car, officially introduced himself and asked to see the car documents and the trunk contents.
The appearance of the “cop” did not cause any serious suspicions: bulky uniform, dusty boots, manners of a ‘master’ – pretty typical for a state patrol out on the road to earn some extra cash. Still something was not right. So leaving the keys in the ignition, Andrei handed the documents, got out of the car and followed the “cop” to the trunk.
The “cop” quickly glanced at the empty trunk and started to stare at Andrei’s license and the car registration. Fumbling with the papers, the “cop” stated that the documents were fake and that Andrei was required to get in the back seat of the police car to figure out the details of the matter. A police captain was sitting in the driver’s seat “taking a nap”. Andrei already opened the backdoor when he suddenly realized that despite the dry weather, the license plates of the police car were covered with a thick layer of mud, the road patrol signs had pieces of Scotch tape on them, and the “cop” standing behind Andrei’s back for some reason put his right hand in the pocket…
Stay tuned for the dramatic conclusion!
In the meantime, enjoy Konstantin’s teachings in CAR FIGHT DVD: