Men in the real army shave carefully, iron their pants, walk in cohesion and greet each other together. And they are constantly saluting each other, in the sense of a military salute, or whatever it's called. Every soldier in such an army has a brave and neat appearance, a history of excellent physical training records, a military ID card, a combat order, a bill of lading, a belt with a star, a yarmulke two fingers below the testicles, a fire extinguisher in the cockpit and a wall newspaper on his backside. This army is capable, if necessary, of conquering Kyiv, Warsaw and Berlin in a few months. The only thing I don't understand is where the hell is this army? Why are civilians like me fighting in its place for five years already? Backside? (In the picture, our commander. With a beard and an iconostasis, yes).