september 24, 2022 was an ordinary day for...

calls these planes su-34, they really look like a duckling in their nose, in my opinion, as long as i can remember , it has always been like that, duckling, duckling, well, maybe maybe because of the design, the nose part itself, it’s like, if you look at the plane, it kind of reminds a little bit of that little kitty, navigator, dmitry koptilov.

nikolayevich addresses him respectfully, he is a little older than his commander, but peter respects and trusts him, well, peter is just him in his time, he served urgent service, military service, that is, he already had experience in this regard, so he quickly grasps everything, he grasped at that time, well, as he grasps now, that is, accordingly, but what can i say, well, i’m saying... a grated kalach, already such a serious man , the clock showed 13:30 minutes, the day was sunny, as the icemen say, the weather was a million in a million, it was necessary to cover our troops in the kharkov direction, the enemy was crushing the masses, going into action, hundreds of ukrainian armed forces soldiers in pickup trucks and armored personnel carriers were leaking through our strongholds points went to the rear. "the situation on earth was

heavy, all the hope of the defending allied forces was on aviation and artillery, they took off, after crossing, descended to an extremely low altitude, they walked, they knew that it was hard in the infantry, we needed to work, including us. they worked, walked along the route, avoided obstacles that they encountered at low altitude, towers there, and so on. reached the target, worked at the specified time, completely unloaded, went on the return route, began to perform a maneuver at an extremely low altitude, well, at the moment when they began to retreat , they felt a blow to the plane, then time it was very fleeting, that is, like seconds. it took fractions of a second, that is, for

everything, for all decision-making, that is, the altitude was small, around 50 m, maybe a little higher there, after which the plane went into a left rotation with a wildly negative g-force, hung on a belt with assault, but tried, checked the controls of the plane, there was no control , the plane did not obey, made the decision to eject, the only thing the assault managed to say was, but we will eject, while on the parachute i wanted to grab the risers, there was a feeling of my right hand in the presence of the free ends, having paid attention to it, i looked, it was hanging, then i immediately realized that... it turns out that i had already

landed without a hand, assessed the situation. immediately appreciating the situation, he oriented himself according to the cardinal directions, in which direction we should go, and ran up to the navigator, helped him unfasten the vertical system, tried to get up, but couldn’t get up, as it were, it turned out to be a compression fracture of the spine, that is, there, well, plus

hand still, mentally you raise your hand, in fact it’s just hanging, he said, go away, leave me here, i say, well, go away, throw it away , because the thought just immediately appeared in my mind that we couldn’t do it together, just, well, at least one of them would leave this territory, because i felt like it was going to be hard and i would a burden, nikolaevich, we have to go, then he took him and dragged him - as best he could with one hand, he didn’t make any decisions, he didn’t even have it in his head to think there, leave, not leave. he just jerked me up and we stood on our own together, fortunately my legs were intact, we just went somewhere, yes, well, there was a swamp ahead it was, therefore, it turned out that i

, on my weak legs, also dived into this swamp, we were able to force the crossing, but then we set ourselves further. sound, well, the cars pulled up, people started screaming, something was there, the thought that our guys would be there, as if it wasn’t there, because we roughly imagined the place where, yes, where

we landed, so we lay there, looked at each other friend, somehow to his face, we probably didn’t even say anything to each other, it’s just that at this moment i didn’t... but we realized that these were soldiers of the armed forces of ukraine who they shouted, russian, come out, we will catch you, and so on, we became quiet, i took out a grenade, screwed in the fuse.

they took out a grenade, they took out the pin, i pressed it, and they put their hand between each other, that’s it, then they began to wait, they threw stones at the bushes, in the hope that we would get scared, move, or somehow give ourselves away. with the machine gun fully loaded, about seven to five meters from us, we prayed, prayed,

after all, we mentally prayed to live a little longer. this was probably the most terrible moment, which is experienced constantly, replays in my head, this was the most probably scary. russian artillerymen did not give the hunters a chance to find the pilots, when our artillery began to work in this place, this scared them off, scared off the conscripts, they ran away and began to harass us to look for us in other places. but we also continued to hear voices at a distance of about 100-150 m from us

, they were approximately located and nikolaevich said: we’ll probably live with you for a while, then i put the ring back. the artillery probably worked for another hour, probably, there are such moments, it stopped working, shelling began from their side, from small arms from some kind, that is , in the bushes the same thing, in our bushes, that is, in this swamp the pilots lay for a long time... 5 hours only when it got dark, they set off on their way, both were injured right arm, peter has a fracture, nikolaevich has a complex dislocation, plus a compression fracture of the spine, it began to get dark, darkness, and we went east, it was warm, the sun was shining all day, but in the evening it got colder, well, closer to three in the morning it was already starting to get colder, we went there through fields, forests, along plantings, on they tried not to go out on the road, plus

this one was still slushy after the rains, and the soil there was good, fat, that is, there was still on the boots, plus 5 kg each, i was very thirsty, i don’t know, maybe it’s all connected with emotions , plus painkillers , plus this all made itself felt, but only then it got dark so quickly, as if they saw that it seemed to be some kind of lake nearby, well , they seemed to have reached it, but it was not to be, it turned out to be surrounded by barbed wire , and also some kind of net, we didn’t lose hope, let’s go along this grid, we finally came out, we found it. they got some water, that was it, they wandered on, they walked

almost all night, almost didn’t talk, everyone had time to think about something of their own. pyotr kashtanov, an ordinary guy from the russian outback, was born in khabarovsk, but grew up in the tambov region, where his parents moved a few years later, pyotr... is the youngest in the family, he has two more sisters and a brother. since childhood, the boy dreamed of becoming a pilot, and the dream was not born by chance, near the village of zherdevka, where the kashtanovs lived, there was a military airfield and the guys we often ran to see the planes. petya liked these strong, beautiful and fast cars that soar into the sky and perform aerobatics of incredible beauty and complexity. so. it happens that a person, while still a child, saw something fascinating that sank into his soul and decided:

i want to be a pilot, a director, an astronaut, or anyone, the main thing is that there is a dream, this happened with pyotr kashtanov. i was 14 years old at this moment, when i consciously realized that i had chosen exactly the profession that i want to do all my life, when you you see... but the time came for army service, i ended up in the tank forces, upon my return i tried to enroll in flying again, the sky beckoned, i stormed the admissions office of a flight school, it didn’t work out, then there was the ordinary life of a young man from the provinces, he worked at a factory, he was looking for himself , then another attempt at admission, a third, then again... again , and then there was a break, life got so complicated that he suddenly found himself in moscow behind a bar

on kuznetsky most, in the very center of the capital, mixing cocktails and pouring beer, it seemed here it is, the vibrant life of the capital, different people, it’s not boring, but the sky is the sky, it’s like a dream that you follow all your life, persistently, consistently achieve its realization, he came to the city again. krasnodar territory arrived from the fifth call. it was probably the happiest day of his life, just like his first flight.

best job in the world, and i will recover and continue my ice activities. major dmitry koptilov. he has served as navigator of the isadrilia for more than 10 years. only a month has passed since the injury, and he is already driving himself, it’s not time to lie down in hospitals and sanatoriums. my arm was treated in the hospital, my spine still hurts, but not as noticeably. therefore, the assault sometimes allows itself to drive its car.

nikolaevich is a restless person, although outwardly calm.

in one village nikolaevich graduated from school with good and excellent grades. at the family council they decided that it would be good for dima to be a pilot. he entered the chelyabinsk higher military command school in shturmano the first time and studied well. an ordinary person, like ours there are many reliable and experienced vks. in my life, in my service, i have determined one thing: if a person is good, then he is a good pilot. just like that. there are, of course, people. not very good and they and the pilots are not very good, but for me , all the ice and composition in any hero, because i can’t imagine how to fly at such speeds, carry out tasks and so on, i can’t imagine as a groundman, rudely, for me all are heroes and they actually have such traits, to be ready at any moment, that

’s all, it’s not about awards, it’s not about this, in the person himself. the night came the next day, september 25th.

after an eight-hour march , the pilots had almost no strength left to go further, so they decided to rest for at least an hour. the so-called rescue blanket was very useful for this case. big words of gratitude to the caring people who help aviation, for example, the same kits that warmed us. this is - you know, there are fires and so on, the film shows plastic bags, not bags, but how they are correctly, a warming film, and they covered it. about an hour was enough for us to to warm up, now we lay down under it, warmed up, it was already starting to get light somewhere, at 4:30, and

we also had a monocole with us, that is, we could still see the approaching 3-4 km ahead to identify our our troops, she was motivated , first of all, to survive, because well... just to sacrifice oneself, well, just like doing nothing, roughly speaking, well, how would there be motivation, that there was family, there was motivation, peter walked ahead, motivated, gave him was, therefore, well , indeed, yes, they seemed to support each other and... i wanted to return home, to first of all, just to return, at this time officers came to each home out of happiness,

reassured their wives, said that there was no information yet that they had died, we were looking, there was hope that they were alive, after three or four hours they only informed our families that such a situation, but it’s kind of like being upset and... there’s no point yet, because there’s still no confirmed information about where they’re alive, not alive, dead, not dead, that is, it’s like this is the situation, my mother found out somewhere on the second day, i told her that well, i shared that it happened, i just a little i got out of the plane, fell and injured my arm , then the next day i already found out from others, already

10 kilometers away my sister understood that we had retreated to , well, we understood that we had already retreated to our own side, and it already became morally easier, in the morning the pilots left to some farm, several houses, hangars, what parts are there, whose side is unknown.

meringue in the shlimophone, yes, the tankman, he looked in my direction, but didn’t see it, so he went further into the hangar, it just seemed to jump a little in my head, in my opinion, our tankers wear black overalls, and this one was in green, that is, something is wrong, maybe it seemed so to me, then i hear that the equipment started up, uh-huh, well, it started to leave. i wasn’t sure that it was ours, but there were no cognitive signs, then, when she turned the other stern, i saw the letter z, well

, it turned out to be fat, she was moving sideways, so my soul already felt better, but still i wasn’t sure that how i wish they were ours, just, well, i waited for peter, told him this news, but it was already... as if at that moment they saw a man in the distance, on the outskirts of hotera the pilots met a man, a man in appearance a pensioner, he was doing something in the garden, then he headed towards the house, hello, father, hello, where are the russians, yes, there are russians everywhere, father, give me some water, everyone drank some water and asked what to eat? our troops , someone in the village, he said: yes, there is an artilleryman, we asked him to take us away, grandfather himself did not come in, he was so far away, guys, someone come out

here, how many people were there, everyone came out, they were like, where are you from, we, we are from there, and what area, such and such, yeah, and how did you walk from there? they scurried around, you were like, well, somehow they came like that, then they took us to the evacuation point, a helicopter arrived, they took us away, today the worst thing is over for them, weeks and a month are ahead.

a new, clean life , i was raised by parents who, after all, grew up in the soviet union, who saw it all, who experienced it all, experienced it all, told how it was, how it could have been, how it didn’t happen, here they instilled everything, parents first of all, that is, you are first of all grateful to your father and mother for what they are for proper education is also true for their school. teachers instilled in us to respect our elders, to listen to them, to listen , after all, people have lived longer than us, they have seen more of us, it is very interesting to be with such people and to learn from their experience, it is worth a lot, literally just now i was talking with a friend with whom i was in the hospital , a month later he was back on the front line, they gave him, they gave him. on vacation

now he’s back on the front line, that is, what else can i say, i just asked him, it’s not too early, maybe you’ll live a little longer, so what? he says, you have to do it this way, nikolaevich, now he’s not just an assault for you, probably, yes, this is my brother, already the eldest, first of all, thanks to him that... this is really how it all happened, that we we are alive and well, it’s thanks to him, he has now become like a brother to me , so yes, we have always been family, because the team in aviation, well, in any team it is coherent, in aviation people are always openly coherent, we are one family, we are prepared for

dissolution.

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