I became a helicopter pilot because I wanted to try all the echelons. The sky was wonderful to fly. In the 87th came to Afghan war. There I stayed for nearly two years, left five days before the official withdrawal. They were the best years of service. It was something to do. Destruction and the identification of rebel caravans. Under seven hundred sorties made. Was shot down several times. Got into an ambush a few times, shot through the helo, the blades. Near Barack region while coming back with a problem, going to the limit, on the high-rise, about twenty meters of difference in height - got hit with a RPG, then from KPVT, point blank, hole right through both sides. Everything in holes, but we did not fall. We were always ready. Ammunition on hand, if we fell - we could hold on till morning. At night, nobody will land, a search group would not find us, therefore, water, ammunition, always with us.
Plenty flying time in Afghan. Hunting caravans in the twenty-pack, in the thirty-pack .. The largest - two hundred and three pack. Mountains of weapons, medical supplies, dead mujjaheddin piled up ... We found them at four in the morning and were pounding them until after midnight. Refueled, flew, landed, landed the group, others fly, "Hinds" fly, keep pounding them... Pretty much the whole caravan perished in the valley and along with almost all the guards.