User:Malonovich17

The military was always a family job my father served so did my grandfather. So it was only natural that I join. I enlisted rather late considering that I went to study civil engineering. When I did enlist they put this to great use as a combat engineer. At first they gave me some options of what I could do as a combat engineer and the fifth thing that I was told was working with a team of scientist that were working with nuclear weaponry and needed someone with some knowledge to build launch pads and such which were occasionally destroyed if a rocket failed to fire and detonated on the launch pad. This went well until the radiation sickness started to set in. It was absolute hell, and it still affects me today, I have thyroid issues and am sterile. The devices that they created in that facility are still classified today as far as I am concerned and do not think that part of my career is the best to give to the world (but everything I have given you has my approval) While on a temporary leave I flew to a larger base and got talking with an infantry man. He told me that he maid good pay with limited hazards considering that they mainly just trained on how to deal with an American invasion and if their was any unrest in the occupied territory that the Soviet Union had under rule. This seemed pretty good at the time and we had no real conflict at the time. I signed on for a transfer at the end of my leave time. In five months time after I got back the Afghan war had been declared and I was going south. I didn't see a problem with it at first; all we did for about a month or so was get ready to set up bridges and infrastructure if it was at all needed. The first to be sent out were the combat engineering groups and some infantry to protect us. I was trained on what to do if a firefight ensued and I knew how to build a Bailey Bridge and so did everyone that we were with. I thought that there wouldn't be an issue until the first bridge had to be put up. We started to unpack the steal girders when our first man collapsed from heat stroke. He was crushed and killed by the beam he was carrying. We went on to cross the mountain river that we were tasked with. Stories like the one of our crushed man were becoming more common. I heard one were a bulldozer driver went right into the river they were trying to cross where he drowned. Then the enemy came. With blinding fire power and guerrilla tactics we were never prepared for. They sent booby traps and mines that would compromise their own retreat path just to compromise ours. This went on until the war ended, right before I bribed a man and got my self an RPD machine gun and an AK-47 assault rifle. Two years latter the Union collapsed, I was out of work with a sister that wanted nothing more than to flee for the U.S. I had nothing in Russia. I had no family other than her and no excuse to stay. We went to the gate way to a better life, NYC, I got a job and started work on real bridges, ones that spanned hundred of meters across the Hudson and East rivers. Being a civil engineer I loved all of this and found it to be a true calling. This went on me enjoying my new career and expressing my assholery to the commuters of New York. My sister found and American and married him. He was a former U.S. soldier and looked at me with the look of hatred you get after you tease a dog with steak bigger than its self. About three months latter a man on my job site was crushed by falling debris. It brought back awful memories that broke me. I considered jumping off of that bridge. But instead I went to where I knew my past would be admired I went home to St. Petersburg. By then I learned English and really got into classic rock. I started working with smaller but no less beautiful bridges bought my self an apartment and two Caucasian Shepherds. I live in the same apartment with the same dogs, the same guns, and the same taste in music. 