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And Klaartje! (my old school teacher, she was a cowDon't forget about Danila.
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June 23, 1938,
Bocharovo
My 18th birthday has been remarkable. Yesterday, Uncle Zhenya and Papa came back from Rzhev with a cake and vodka. The cake was large, round, white, and very tasty. We don't get much cakes here; the life of a peasant is a hard life, but it suits me. Papa brought a friend from the Red Army, a Sergeant if I recall correctly. His name is Pavel. They both started convincing me to join the Red Army. They started talking about the benefits of joining the Army, about how 'fun' it is, about the adventures, about the action. They touched a soft spot inside of me and I've been contemplating joining for the past 12 hours. Pavel told me to meet him at the Rzhev Rail Station whenever I have time. There, we'll talk about me joining the Red Army. But, for now I just want to celebrate the fact that I've officially entered adulthood.
I received this book with empty pages from Mama. She encouraged me to start a diary, so that I won't forget about what I did in the past. Mama has been keeping a diary for the past 30 years, ever since she was 12. I don't even want to know what information, good or bad, has been kept in it. She's seen her fair share of horrible things in life.
The Red Army Sergeant, Pavel, gave me an ammunition pouch and a Tokarev pistol for self-defence. A pistol like that has good stopping power and the forests around Bocharovo contain many creatures that I don't want to meet or even see without a weapon. The ammunition pouch he gave me now gives me almost instant access to ammunition. That means I won't have to carry ammunition in my pockets, however weird that may sound.
I've been thinking about Pavel and what he said to me; "Meet me at Rzhev Rail Station between 8:00 and 16:00." Maybe this Red Army really is for me. I've decided to go to Rzhev with Uncle Zhenya tomorrow. Then, I'll meet with Pavel.
Danila Morozov
The rail station in Rzhev.
Bocharovo
My 18th birthday has been remarkable. Yesterday, Uncle Zhenya and Papa came back from Rzhev with a cake and vodka. The cake was large, round, white, and very tasty. We don't get much cakes here; the life of a peasant is a hard life, but it suits me. Papa brought a friend from the Red Army, a Sergeant if I recall correctly. His name is Pavel. They both started convincing me to join the Red Army. They started talking about the benefits of joining the Army, about how 'fun' it is, about the adventures, about the action. They touched a soft spot inside of me and I've been contemplating joining for the past 12 hours. Pavel told me to meet him at the Rzhev Rail Station whenever I have time. There, we'll talk about me joining the Red Army. But, for now I just want to celebrate the fact that I've officially entered adulthood.
I received this book with empty pages from Mama. She encouraged me to start a diary, so that I won't forget about what I did in the past. Mama has been keeping a diary for the past 30 years, ever since she was 12. I don't even want to know what information, good or bad, has been kept in it. She's seen her fair share of horrible things in life.
The Red Army Sergeant, Pavel, gave me an ammunition pouch and a Tokarev pistol for self-defence. A pistol like that has good stopping power and the forests around Bocharovo contain many creatures that I don't want to meet or even see without a weapon. The ammunition pouch he gave me now gives me almost instant access to ammunition. That means I won't have to carry ammunition in my pockets, however weird that may sound.
I've been thinking about Pavel and what he said to me; "Meet me at Rzhev Rail Station between 8:00 and 16:00." Maybe this Red Army really is for me. I've decided to go to Rzhev with Uncle Zhenya tomorrow. Then, I'll meet with Pavel.
Danila Morozov
The rail station in Rzhev.
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June 26, 1938
Bocharovo
I was in Rzhev with Uncle Zhenya yesterday. He left the truck on Oktyabrskaya street and he went to see an old friend of his and I went to see Pavel at the Rail Station. We talked for about five minutes and then he took me to see Comrade Major Vasili Borodin, whose office was located two streets away, and is Pavel's superior officer who had survived Stalin's purge of the Red Army officer corps. Major Borodin was taller than your average Russian with a slim, but muscular build. He had blue eyes, black hair, and high cheekbones. If I was a woman, I would with no doubt call him a handsome man.
After the introduction, we talked business. I've made my decision and I told the Major that I want to join the Red Army. Pavel even vouched for me, which seemed strange, mainly because of the fact that we've only known each other personally for four days. Maybe Papa bragged about me some weeks or months ago. Perhaps years. Nevertheless, I appreciated what he was doing for me. Major Borodin said that he will complete the necessary paperwork and that I was to report to his office tomorrow at 12:00 with an identification paper. After that, Pavel and I left the Major's office and he escorted me to the rail station where he had to stand for another three hours until his guard watch ended at 16:00.
I then left the station and walked towards Oktyabrskaya, where Uncle Zhenya was waiting for me by the truck, smoking his trademark cigarette. We drove away, back to Bocharovo. I kept silent for the duration of the ride. My decision to join the Red Army could be either the best or the worst decision I've ever taken in life. Time will show.
Danila Morozov
One of the many posters in Major Borodin's office.
Two! Yes, two updates for today! Just for you! Will Danila regret his decision? It's up to you to speculate.
Bocharovo
I was in Rzhev with Uncle Zhenya yesterday. He left the truck on Oktyabrskaya street and he went to see an old friend of his and I went to see Pavel at the Rail Station. We talked for about five minutes and then he took me to see Comrade Major Vasili Borodin, whose office was located two streets away, and is Pavel's superior officer who had survived Stalin's purge of the Red Army officer corps. Major Borodin was taller than your average Russian with a slim, but muscular build. He had blue eyes, black hair, and high cheekbones. If I was a woman, I would with no doubt call him a handsome man.
After the introduction, we talked business. I've made my decision and I told the Major that I want to join the Red Army. Pavel even vouched for me, which seemed strange, mainly because of the fact that we've only known each other personally for four days. Maybe Papa bragged about me some weeks or months ago. Perhaps years. Nevertheless, I appreciated what he was doing for me. Major Borodin said that he will complete the necessary paperwork and that I was to report to his office tomorrow at 12:00 with an identification paper. After that, Pavel and I left the Major's office and he escorted me to the rail station where he had to stand for another three hours until his guard watch ended at 16:00.
I then left the station and walked towards Oktyabrskaya, where Uncle Zhenya was waiting for me by the truck, smoking his trademark cigarette. We drove away, back to Bocharovo. I kept silent for the duration of the ride. My decision to join the Red Army could be either the best or the worst decision I've ever taken in life. Time will show.
Danila Morozov
One of the many posters in Major Borodin's office.
Two! Yes, two updates for today! Just for you! Will Danila regret his decision? It's up to you to speculate.
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Nice... I bet he'll be proud of his decision and his accomplishments. Onwards comrades, to Berlin!!!
It's only 1938 and Berlin's far away. Barbarossa will give me a hefty -75% hit to organisation, so I'm going to have a tough fight in the opening months until General Winter.
June 30, 1938
Bocharovo
Major Borodin did what he said he would do. He completed the necessary paperwork and contacted all the necessary people. All that's left for me to do is wait. Wait for a letter from Major Borodin. I'm supposed to report to him within 24 hours of receiving his letter. There, a truck will be waiting for me. Whether or not the truck will contain new recruits such as myself, I do not know. I sure do hope so though; I need to get to know more people.
I've spent the night celebrating with Papa and Uncle Zhenya. Again. They started to congratulate me and wish me all the best for the future. After talking and drinking and smoking for hours it happened. Uncle Zhenya passed out near the toilet in a rather funny way with a cigarette still burning in his mouth. I tried to move him from the puddle of vomit he created, but I was told to leave him in that.. weird position. Papa passed out a few moments later, maybe 20 minutes at most, and I was left alone to the mercy of my mother. She had a look on her face. THAT look. That very look which I hate so much. All she did was stare at me, not saying a word. She then left.. with a tear in her eye. You could see that she was trying hard not to cry, but all of her attempts were futile at most.
All of that made me.. think. Think in a way I cannot explain. You can feel the contrast in our home. The conflict of opposite characters and personalities. It's very unhealthy for me.. for my mother.. for all of us that live here. I fear that I've divided and broken up the family and that the crack in our chain cannot be repaired... I'm showing the first signs of regret just one day after enlisting.. Good ol' me...
Danila Morozov
No picture this update. I couldn't find a black-and-white picture of a man lying in his own vomit. :laugh:
Bocharovo
Major Borodin did what he said he would do. He completed the necessary paperwork and contacted all the necessary people. All that's left for me to do is wait. Wait for a letter from Major Borodin. I'm supposed to report to him within 24 hours of receiving his letter. There, a truck will be waiting for me. Whether or not the truck will contain new recruits such as myself, I do not know. I sure do hope so though; I need to get to know more people.
I've spent the night celebrating with Papa and Uncle Zhenya. Again. They started to congratulate me and wish me all the best for the future. After talking and drinking and smoking for hours it happened. Uncle Zhenya passed out near the toilet in a rather funny way with a cigarette still burning in his mouth. I tried to move him from the puddle of vomit he created, but I was told to leave him in that.. weird position. Papa passed out a few moments later, maybe 20 minutes at most, and I was left alone to the mercy of my mother. She had a look on her face. THAT look. That very look which I hate so much. All she did was stare at me, not saying a word. She then left.. with a tear in her eye. You could see that she was trying hard not to cry, but all of her attempts were futile at most.
All of that made me.. think. Think in a way I cannot explain. You can feel the contrast in our home. The conflict of opposite characters and personalities. It's very unhealthy for me.. for my mother.. for all of us that live here. I fear that I've divided and broken up the family and that the crack in our chain cannot be repaired... I'm showing the first signs of regret just one day after enlisting.. Good ol' me...
Danila Morozov
No picture this update. I couldn't find a black-and-white picture of a man lying in his own vomit. :laugh:
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A question to all of those following. Would you guys like some dialogues in future updates? I have a few planned out, but they're not going to be in the next few updates or so.
July 2, 1938
In the back of a Zis truck
I've said goodbye to the family. It was a hard goodbye to say, especially to Mama, but I promised them that I'll be home in a few months. Papa hugged me so hard I swear he broke one of my ribs. It was hard to leave, but I had to. I made a decision and I can't back away from it now. Uncle Zhenya drove me to Major Borodin's office in Rzhev. When we got out of his truck he gave me the firmest handshake I've ever experienced in my 18 years of life. He wished me luck and then left.. with a tear in his eye.
I received the letter from Major Borodin yesterday. It was somewhat short; only two sentences long and I expected it to be a bit longer. Nevertheless, I reported to the Major and there I saw a Zis truck which was in a terrible, terrible state. It looked like it was about to fall apart. In it were seven men, all young, though I think I'm the youngest of the group at 18. I became immediately became acquainted with a man named Aleksander, but he told me to call him by his nickname "Sukhoi". "Man".. the guy's 19, just a year older than me. He's still a boy, just like me. We were walking in diapers just a few years ago. It's amazing how fast time flies. Sukhoi is about my height which is 183 centimeters. He's got shining grey eyes and dark, thick black hair. He's not a peasant though, like me. He comes from a family of Moscow bureaucrats and was sent to the Red Army on orders from his father, who was an OGPU officer until 1934 and since then is an officer of the NKVD. It's not hard to believe that he has killed someone, a political enemy for example, but I haven't asked Sukhoi about it. Maybe it's not worth bringing up a controversial subject.
We've been driving south for the past three hours. I have no idea where we're going. The driver said that we're en-route to a military base on the Desna River, just outside of Bryansk (do we really have to drive that far? Moscow is much closer and I imagine it has a hundred times more military bases than Bryansk..). This truck will break down into a million pieces by the time we get there and it will probably be this truck that will kill us. Not some foreign enemy or whatever. Once at the base (IF we get there) we will start and complete our basic and advanced training and then be assigned to our respective units. If we're lucky, Sukhoi and I will be assigned to the same unit, although hopes are just hopes.
Danila Morozov
The ZIS truck, which will probably break down at any moment.
In the back of a Zis truck
I've said goodbye to the family. It was a hard goodbye to say, especially to Mama, but I promised them that I'll be home in a few months. Papa hugged me so hard I swear he broke one of my ribs. It was hard to leave, but I had to. I made a decision and I can't back away from it now. Uncle Zhenya drove me to Major Borodin's office in Rzhev. When we got out of his truck he gave me the firmest handshake I've ever experienced in my 18 years of life. He wished me luck and then left.. with a tear in his eye.
I received the letter from Major Borodin yesterday. It was somewhat short; only two sentences long and I expected it to be a bit longer. Nevertheless, I reported to the Major and there I saw a Zis truck which was in a terrible, terrible state. It looked like it was about to fall apart. In it were seven men, all young, though I think I'm the youngest of the group at 18. I became immediately became acquainted with a man named Aleksander, but he told me to call him by his nickname "Sukhoi". "Man".. the guy's 19, just a year older than me. He's still a boy, just like me. We were walking in diapers just a few years ago. It's amazing how fast time flies. Sukhoi is about my height which is 183 centimeters. He's got shining grey eyes and dark, thick black hair. He's not a peasant though, like me. He comes from a family of Moscow bureaucrats and was sent to the Red Army on orders from his father, who was an OGPU officer until 1934 and since then is an officer of the NKVD. It's not hard to believe that he has killed someone, a political enemy for example, but I haven't asked Sukhoi about it. Maybe it's not worth bringing up a controversial subject.
We've been driving south for the past three hours. I have no idea where we're going. The driver said that we're en-route to a military base on the Desna River, just outside of Bryansk (do we really have to drive that far? Moscow is much closer and I imagine it has a hundred times more military bases than Bryansk..). This truck will break down into a million pieces by the time we get there and it will probably be this truck that will kill us. Not some foreign enemy or whatever. Once at the base (IF we get there) we will start and complete our basic and advanced training and then be assigned to our respective units. If we're lucky, Sukhoi and I will be assigned to the same unit, although hopes are just hopes.
Danila Morozov
The ZIS truck, which will probably break down at any moment.
Very promising, I'm subbed! Regarding dialogues - they will surely make the AAR more colorful, especially the ones about drinking vodka
Very promising, I'm subbed! Regarding dialogues - they will surely make the AAR more colorful, especially the ones about drinking vodka
I appreciate it and thanks for your feedback. I will include dialogues in future updates.
The next update will be up today, but it won't be a diary entry.
I'm also thinking about creating a characters menu with all the major figures under the ToC. I just need to find some really good photographs/portraits of Soviet soldiers.
Assessment and analysis
October 27, 1938
Colonel Vladimir Baryshev
459. Training Regiment of The Workers' and Peasants' Red Army
Kolyadchino Military Base
October 27, 1938
Colonel Vladimir Baryshev
459. Training Regiment of The Workers' and Peasants' Red Army
Kolyadchino Military Base
The following is a report on the training and advancement of Private Danila Morozov (born June 22, 1920 in Rzhev, Kalinin Oblast, Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics).
Handling of firearms
Private Morozov presents a great and natural understanding with the handling of firearms. Years of experience in hunting makes him one of the best, if not the best shooter of the 250 strong group of new recruits from the Kalinin Oblast. He has achieved one of the best scores in the history of this regiment. The scores are as follows:
Rifle Qualification
100 meters: 10 out of 10 targets hit (100%)
150 meters: 10 out of 10 targets hit (100%)
200 meters: 9 out of 10 targets hit (90%)
250 meters: 10 out of 10 targets hit (100%)
300 meters: 9 out of 10 targets hit (90%)
400 meters: 8 out of 10 targets hit (80%)
100 meters: 10 out of 10 targets hit (100%)
150 meters: 10 out of 10 targets hit (100%)
200 meters: 9 out of 10 targets hit (90%)
250 meters: 10 out of 10 targets hit (100%)
300 meters: 9 out of 10 targets hit (90%)
400 meters: 8 out of 10 targets hit (80%)
These are currently the best rifle qualification scores of the 250 strong group of recruits. These scores were achieved using a Mosin–Nagant 91/30 rifle.
Sidearm Qualification
25 meters: 10 out of 10 targets hit (100%)
50 meters: 10 out of 10 targets hit (100%)
75 meters: 10 out of 10 targets hit (100%)
25 meters: 10 out of 10 targets hit (100%)
50 meters: 10 out of 10 targets hit (100%)
75 meters: 10 out of 10 targets hit (100%)
Six other members of the group were also able to achieve such scores using TT-30 pistols, such as Private Aleksander Lesnitskiy, Private Morozov's good friend.
Due to a temporary shortage of submachine guns and ammunition, qualification exams have not been undertaken, although I have a firm belief that Private Morozov would've distinguished himself again.
Physical fitness
I have no doubts about Private Morozov's physical fitness. He appears to be in top shape and is one of the most fit of the goup. He passed all physical fitness exams with flying colors.
Conclusion
Private Danila Morozov is an excellent marksman and an extremely fit person. He will without a doubt become a great soldier in the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army. I highly recommend that he be placed in the same unit with his friend, Aleksander Lesnitskiy as they have an amazing understanding with each other and their partnership has great potential.
Signed,
Vladimir Baryshev
Vladimir Baryshev
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Seems that the protagonist's natural instincts were able to overcome the weapon's limitations, didn't they? Correct me if I'm mistaken, but the effective range of the TT-30 pistols was 50 meters - isn't 150 meter way over the top here?
And, BTW, it's highly doubtful that the glorious Red Army conscripts would be trained to use pistols at all.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TT_pistol
I think I could handle a firearm pretty well, although I've never held one...
But I guess you're going to tell us who the hell is Aleksander Lesnitskiy!
But I guess you're going to tell us who the hell is Aleksander Lesnitskiy!
Did you happen to play Metro: Last Light recently? The names Pavel and Lesnitskiy seem quite familiar
Anyways, I am quite enjoying your AAR and I shall be following it.
Anyways, I am quite enjoying your AAR and I shall be following it.
I think I could handle a firearm pretty well, although I've never held one...
But I guess you're going to tell us who the hell is Aleksander Lesnitskiy!
Read the previous diary entry. Aleksander Lesnitskiy is Sukhoi.
Did you happen to play Metro: Last Light recently? The names Pavel and Lesnitskiy seem quite familiar
Anyways, I am quite enjoying your AAR and I shall be following it.
I was waiting for someone to say that!! Glad you're aboard.
Pavel in M:LL was an amazing character and the surname Morozov just stuck with me and Lesnitskiy is an awesome sounding name.
Seems that the protagonist's natural instincts were able to overcome the weapon's limitations, didn't they? Correct me if I'm mistaken, but the effective range of the TT-30 pistols was 50 meters - isn't 150 meter way over the top here?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TT_pistol
Daaaaaaaaaamn. I was supposed to use 25, 50, 75 instead of 50, 100, 150. Thanks for pointing that out. I'm gonna edit it now.
Why would it be doubtful though? :blink:
LOL, pistol range 150 meters? Damn, hitting 10 of 10 on 150 meters with a pistol... I'd like to have such an accuracy!
And yeah, pistol was for officers, conscripts usualy got Mosin-Nagant or PPSh at best. Maybe guys with AT rifles like PTRD and PTRS had these TTs
And yeah, pistol was for officers, conscripts usualy got Mosin-Nagant or PPSh at best. Maybe guys with AT rifles like PTRD and PTRS had these TTs