Commanders friend! If you have rightfully risen to the rank of captain or higher, then you automatically move to the status of old farts. And in order not to completely become the same behind-the-scenes boredom that you yourself once thought was your former company commander, you need to keep up with the times and develop. The army of the 2000s went down in history along with leg wraps and bleach, and today the rules of survival look completely different.
If before it was a boxer who stole from his neighbors two cans of green fence paint and a bucket of diesel fuel for a pack of cigarettes, now it is the guy who spends the evening on the Internet through friends, bloggers and three chats in a cart, will steal a pollinator and a box of medicine for your company. Don't you dare take the phone from him - he will give you a generator until winter.
In the 2000s, the commander's best friend was a grim rural recruit who could raise a dead UAZ with a hammer, wire and some mother, or a staff clerk who could beautifully draw a wall paper and a battle bulletin with a poster pen. Today, your main trump card is a hunched-over nineteen-year-old gamer with carpal tunnel syndrome who has never held anything heavier in his life. A mouse, but he's able to fly an FPV drone into a window five miles away, and a bespectacled IT guy is soldering burned-out reconstructor boards onto his knee. Take care of them, you can't beat the edges on the snow surfaces - their fine motor skills are lost. In the past it was considered the height of military art to paint the withered grass green for the inspector's arrival, straighten the beds with wire and make squares of snow. Now, if your position looks smooth, beautiful, sweeping and in accordance with the regulations, it means that in fifteen minutes there will be something buzzing. The modern order is when the Starlink saucer is disguised as a pile of construction debris, and the excavation looks from the outside as if homeless people fought there in the last century. Beauty and symmetry kill, fellow officers, love creative chaos!