boxing gives you not only the ability to fight and to defend yourself.
Boxing gives you inner confidence and peace of mind, which is felt from a distance and very well felt by the attackers.
That’s why most of conflicts didn’t come to an actual fight.
Army: the school for men
After school I, like everyone else I knew, went to university to become an engineer: this career was deemed prestigious back then.
My father didn’t pull any strings to get me exempted, and after my first year at the university I was drafted.
Of course, I didn’t want to join the army and didn’t understand why I should join.
But here, as in the saying goes, what does not kill you makes you stronger.
I’ve already said that I was a sickly child, I had flat feet, I had some bumps on my knees. Anyway, I was very hopeful that I wouldn’t be enlisted due to my health condition. I underwent a medical examination and all my conditions were confirmed, which gave me even more hope for an exempt.
What a surprise it was to me when I was not just enlisted, but also assigned to the border troops and sent to serve in the Far East on the border with China.
I was shocked, and my whole family as well, except for my dad. I had to leave for 2 years for 9,000 km from home, and I had never been to a youth camp or gone from my parents to my grandmother’s village for more than a week.
The situation was worsened by the fact that at that time the USSR waged a war in Afghanistan. Even our town saw some coffins returning home instead of lads sent to war.
Before going to the transit terminal in Syzran, I got a short haircut, cutting my curls for the first time in my life. They shaved me with a hair clipper in Syzran. And we started waiting for a «buyer», as they called them.
It was interesting to look at the process.
An officer would come out into the middle of the square and shouts out some conscripts’ names.
They would come out, and the officer would take them to the unit. There was a real chance to change your initial assignment by simply not responding to the call.
That’s what many did if the «buyer» was a navy officer (since the service in the navy took 3 years instead of 2).
But then the «buyers» got wiser, and some random officer came out at first, and then, when the group was formed, the real «buyer» revealed himself, and until the last moment you didn’t know where you are going to end up.
In general, I was «bought» by the border guards, packed into an aircraft and sent flying with warning that 90 percent of will be sent to the Afghanistan. We were terrified.
And then we arrived to the destination.
We got out of the plane and found ourselves into a completely different climate, the humidity was so high that there were droplets of water in the air, something I had never seen before.
They drove us into the barracks and told us to wait. There were wooden mattressless beds in the barracks, after 15 minutes of lying down the whole body was aching.
We were taken to a boot camp in Blagoveshchensk. As we were drafted after the first year of higher education, we were assigned to the communications unit, and based on the complexity and specifics of training, it had to last 9 months instead of normal 6.
Those were hard times. We were drilled like… I don’t know who, there was nothing to compare with.
I naturally like being clean and tidy, and there you were sleep, eat, run, train wearing the same field uniform, and it is supposed to dry on you. You can only wash in a washbasin with cold water only. Linen and clothes are changed once a week after the bath.
What I didn’t like most was the «political information» sessions, because they put it right after forced foot marches, and we had to sit down, listening and drying out slowly.
Meals… I’d hardly call that food.
Most days it was «wallpaper paste». I don’t know how to explain what it was, but believe me, it was some inedible shit.
At least we had bread to eat our fill. There were state holidays, of course, when we were allowed to go to the store and buy crackers and candy.
The most delicious food was a «sandwich»: two crackers put together and a candy in between.
And it could only be eaten at night, and if you don’t get caught by the sergeants. In this case they’d take all the sweets, and you had to wash the toilets until morning.
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
