How infantry fights in winter
It just so happened that my cunning plan to transfer to an interesting unit and take up a worldspot (a position where the chances of dying are minimal) was crushed by army bureaucracy and one crooked ahvitser in the General Staff Personnel Department (I wish they would send that fool to the infantry), so here I am, preparing for the Bakhmut (Avdiivka, Serebryany, Robotyn, emphasis added) winter again.
That year, I first encountered what it was like to fight in the plantations in winter. Winter is when not so much the enemy as nature is trying to kill you (and your neighbors are trying to kill you). It's when bronchitis is already chronic, and pneumonia is perceived by the infantry as a holiday because you can go to the hospital. It's when you have to make a choice between putting a stove in a dugout (and getting f#cked over for it), or turning into a frozen statue of yourself. It's when there are only two states in the ground: shit diarrhea and granite, and you either can't dig because you'll get sucked into the shit diarrhea, or you can't dig because 4 MLPs and 2 picks broke on the future dugout. This is when the batteries discharge twice as fast. This is when the landings are as naked as a medical officer in front of a GUR. It's when you don't care about talents or fashionable saloons, your feet will freeze in static (actually, you don't care, you can't save on shoes and socks in winter). This is when f**king smart guys pull on pixelated corsairs and risks over white camouflage coats and come to the first line in all this outfit, using technology, and draw pentagrams of green Sukhpayev bags around the top (you can't see them because they're wearing a camouflage cloak). This is when it is dark most of the day and cold all the time.
Winter does not spare the weak and unprepared. How many enemies froze to death in front of our eyes that year. How many people we sent to the hospital with frostbite? How many times we mentally thank the volunteers who made trench candles. How many times have we started snags with a "liquid start"? How many times have we defrosted ice bottles to drink and nibbled on dry rations like ice cream?
Winter requires certain knowledge, equipment (which you will have to spend money on anyway), and an inner core. A simple access to the SP, which in summer would be a routine task, becomes impossible in winter. Winter is the whole life of Dark Souls, and you are Died in it.
But despite all the difficulties, hardships and deprivations, Ukrainian soldiers continue to stand on their land and gradually drive the occupier out of our land. By the way, one of the few advantages of winter is that good Russians don't smell so bad.
And now you have the opportunity to make my life a little easier during the winter rotation by throwing a five-rounder in the pot. I need to buy some equipment to be even more tactical in photos and not turn into a stiff monument to myself.
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