Sharovatov’s three main rules of life: reconnaissance, task, solution. How they are selected for military units at a collection point. What does fitness category “B” mean?

Fitness category "B" - suitable with minor restrictions - is too broad. It includes a large group of both mild and severe diseases that allow the possibility of military service. Therefore, depending on the diagnosis of the conscript, the draft commission may assign him one of four modifications of this category: “B-1”, “B-2”, “B-3” or “B-4”.

I am Artem Tsuprekov, head of the human rights department of the Conscript Assistance Service. In this article I will tell you what fitness category “B” is, what modifications it is divided into and how to change fitness category “B” to “C”.

Categories of suitability for the army

All fitness categories at the military registration and enlistment office are determined according to a special document - It indicates diseases, anthropometric data and other information that makes it clear which fitness group corresponds to the health status of the conscript.

• “A” – fit for military service. There are no restrictions on the type of troops in which it is recommended to serve.
• “B” – fit for military service with minor restrictions. They relate to the selection of recommended troops, which are marked with a number after the letter of suitability.
• “B” – limited fit for service. The young man receives a military ID and is sent to the reserve.
• “G” – temporarily unusable. For some diseases, a temporary deferment is provided. When it ends, the conscript undergoes a second medical examination. If health improves, the conscript will be accepted into the army. If not, the young man will receive a second deferment or.
• “D” – not fit for service. Completely removed from military registration. It is not called up either in peacetime or in wartime.

What does fitness category “B” mean?

Fitness category “B” is the most common of all fitness categories. It is indicated for diseases of various degrees and stages, in the presence of borderline diagnoses, as well as insufficient preparation for conscription activities.

Most diseases from the Schedule of Diseases fall into this category. To prevent conscripts with diagnoses of different severity from ending up in the same troops, a destination indicator was introduced for this category. It divides the suitability category into four subgroups: “B-1”, “B-2”, “B-3”, “B-4”.

Expert opinion

Often category “B” is given to a conscript if he provided an insufficient number of medical documents or if they were ignored. If you do not agree with the decision of the military registration and enlistment office, find out how to change your fitness category and obtain an exemption from service on the "" page.

Ekaterina Mikheeva, head of the legal department of the Assistance Service for Conscripts

Suitability categories “B-1” and “B-2”

Categories “B-1” and “B-2” are assigned to young people with minor health problems: mild forms of allergies and other chronic diseases that do not cause serious problems in the functioning of organs.

• Marines,
• Special Forces,
• Airborne and airborne infantry divisions,
• border troops.

• submarine and surface fleet,
• among drivers and crew members of tanks, self-propelled guns, and engineering vehicles.

These troops include young people with excellent physical fitness and special anthropometric data. All additional indicators can be found in a special appendix to.

Fitness category "B-3"

What is the validity of "B-3"? The greatest interest among conscripts is in the “B-3” health category, since this group is the broadest and includes almost all conscription diseases. This category is indicated for minor dysfunctions of any organs, cured diseases and residual effects of various diseases and fractures. A conscript with category “B-3” is fit for the army, but with restrictions on physical activity.

With the "B-3" fitness category, they can be drafted into the army as a driver and crew member of infantry fighting vehicles, armored personnel carriers and missile launchers, as a specialist in fuel and lubricants units and other chemical units, as well as in the management and maintenance of anti-aircraft missile systems.

Those with the service category “B-3” are not accepted into elite troops and special forces. With it you cannot end up in the Marine Corps, Airborne Forces, Airborne Forces and Border Troops. Since the designation indicators for degree “B-3” are lower than those for holders of “A”, “B-1” and “B-2”, the level of physical activity during service will also be lower.

Table 1. Basic health indicators for category “B-3” in the military ID.

Fitness category "B-4"

If “B-3” is a fitness category that requires moderate physical activity, then with the “B-4” modification their degree is even lower. When receiving the B-4 fitness category, the army cannot be avoided either, but the choice of type of troops will be seriously limited. A young man can be sent to radio engineering units, security and defense of missile systems and other types of troops/units that do not make serious demands on the health of military personnel.

The basic requirements for the anthropometry and health of a conscript when assigning the “B-4” fitness category can be found in Table 2.

How to change the “B” fitness category on a military ID?

During a medical examination, conscripts with a borderline diagnosis often receive category “B-4” or “B-3” instead of category “B” and go to serve in the army. This problem is especially relevant in the second half of the draft, when military commissariats are puzzled by the implementation of the plan for manning the army.

There are several ways to solve this problem to obtain a military ID with category “B”. If you have not been given a referral from the military registration and enlistment office, you can ask for it yourself. In some cases, conscripts are prescribed an incomplete list of examinations. This may affect the determination of the suitability category, so you need to be well aware of the list of mandatory studies to confirm the diagnosis.

If, after an additional examination, the military registration and enlistment office intends to assign a draft category, this is a decision at a higher draft commission. To do this, write a statement requesting that you be sent for an in-person control medical examination. If the results of the CME turn out to be disappointing, there is another opportunity to change the category of fitness for military service - to file an application in court.

With respect to you, Artem Tsuprekov, head of the human rights department of the Assistance Service for Conscripts.

This Saturday, February 15, marks the 25th anniversary of the withdrawal of Soviet troops from Afghanistan. Our fellow countryman, Oleg Aleksandrovich Lesnichy, recalls how that time influenced his whole life

In general, it was a kind of childish thing. Afghanistan, war, defense of the Motherland. All these words both frightened us and inspired us. We, who have just begun to be considered young men, are all just graduating from educational institutions and are boldly striding towards the victory of communism, making our life plans. Ahead of us, of course, was a whole life. A life full of adventure and romance. Girls fell in love with us and we had to express ourselves somehow. And we each tried to stand out. They dedicated songs to their loved ones, invented various machines and household items. Afghanistan was some such manifestation. It sounded menacing, but what did we know about the war then? Only by hearsay. We listened to our grandfathers about how they defended their homeland, about their exploits, and we involuntarily wanted to also accomplish a feat. Our fathers and mothers were more afraid. I remember the summons to the army with the exact definition of my service. Team 20a.

No one showed us their feelings back then, for fear of getting upset themselves and seeming funny to us. After all, tomorrow we became defenders of our borders. We were no longer like everyone else. And only my mother cried at night, and in the morning she pretended that everything was fine. Then I had a fight with my girlfriend. Yes, I found a reason to do it, because I didn’t want to be waited on. No, I’m lying - in my heart, of course, I wanted to, but in my subconscious I understood that this was war. While I was at war, I didn’t want to know or even think that my girlfriend wouldn’t wait for me. It was easier to know that I was not bound by anything and if anything happened, no one would be upset... Although this was not the main thing. I wanted to prove to everyone who knew me that I was no worse than others, and maybe even better. After all, I didn’t just go to the army, I went to fight.

The farewell flew by and now a crowd of guys, still drunk with love, freedom and family parental ties, cut us off from civilian life with one word - service. And so the days of that special life of young boys rushed by, which is called “service in the army”, only some of them were being transported to different places from the military registration and enlistment offices, and we, team 20a, were being taken to war. Of course, not right away, but first in school. I don’t know who and how thought about the service, about the dushmans, but I still understood that sooner or later I would find myself face to face with the enemy, whom I would have to shoot. And I, I can’t do anything. No, while I was at school, I did boxing for about a year and sambo for about 2 years, but either in the gym or in combat. And it made me think. Think quickly and make decisions. And my parents always thought for me in serious matters. And here?! What was there to do? And I thought and made decisions, I was cunning. I remember that when everyone was standing in line and was afraid that they would be plowed once again, I climbed into places where, in principle, there was no need for flattery. Result?! Someone was quickly taken from training to Afghanistan. Right after they graduated. And I, due to the fact that I went through all the hardships, took part in the parade in Ashgabat. It was beautiful and unforgettable. And only after that to Afghanistan.

Even hotter than in Ashgabat, even drier and monochromatic. And the most inexplicable feeling is that I am on a foreign land. How to deal with the enemy, who is this enemy? I remember how I looked around at that marvel called DRA, which a few months ago I could only speculate about, when there were several of us who showed ourselves during the “purchase” and had already felt the hardness, the dust of this land, and the first beatings of in a demonstrative fight among themselves, they were put in an on-board vehicle covered with a tarpaulin, and were escorted by an armored personnel carrier, on the armor of which several fighters were sitting. I didn’t know where they were taking us and what would happen, either. The body ached a little, the face was serious, and the eyes were full of anxiety.

On the streets of Kabul

Yes, I tried to stand out when the “buyers” were selecting their fighters. Who are these servants... I had already learned a lot in training, and when selecting our brother, I understood that I was not in the infantry, they don’t select for the infantry like that, I graduated from training as a signalman, they knew that here, but why we were forced to show fighting qualities was unclear. Many were simply named according to the list and simply loaded into cars and taken away. Everything was unclear. I scolded myself for approaching the fighting soldiers and wanting to feel that I fell for this selection, but I had already gotten somewhere and all that was left was to move on.

Amina Palace

It doesn’t matter where we were taken or how our service in Afghanistan went. It was hard, especially in the first couple of months. With acclimatization, with the second spirit, when we were taught to fight and survive. Combat exits, shooting, blood, pieces of bodies. All the same, neither movies, nor modern games, much less I, will convey that pain, thirst, fear and despair, those screams and explosions, sleepless nights and the heat of the day, when you didn’t care that you couldn’t drink that water. When I didn’t care what would happen and it was understood that if I didn’t do what I did, then everyone could die. I don't dare talk about what we did. We were given an order, a task was set, and we continued to spin as best we could. It was necessary to complete the task and stay alive. We did it.

Withdrawal of troops. We are heroes. Return to the USSR. The country welcomes heroes. Tashkent continues to scatter us around the country. I'm not going to organize a tour of the places of my military glory. But what do I see? Envy. How so - heroes. What the hell heroes. Shuravi?! The officers are trying to prove to everyone that we are ordinary soldiers and we simply served abroad. In the first month, in one of the units, many Afghans, including me, lost things that we bought with our own money in Afghan dukans, saving for ourselves, for our relatives. You will not believe. Even the awards were gone. Then, however, they gave us a lift when we raised the boil, but even then not all and not everyone, not everyone was lucky, having completed their term of military service, to put well-deserved medals on their demobilization jacket.

Who knew then that when we returned home and saw the gray heads of our parents, their excessively happy tears, experiencing the respect of our neighbors, feeling the love of the girls who waited, in a few years we, the “Afghans,” would hear - “nobody sent you there.”

No, that's not what I want to say. I’m not bitter about these words, I’m not bitter about the fact that we are now considered crazy. That we are people with a broken roof. I am saddened by the fact that we protected what others managed to reclassify and plunder. But now I can say directly with confidence and a bitter smile: we are internationalist warriors, those certain heroes of the 80s. And I, having completed the task assigned to me in the DRA, remained alive, honestly continued my service in the Ministry of Internal Affairs and now I am working for the good of my Motherland. I help Russian people without looking at their status in society. I can say that even if my mind went crazy, it was only for the benefit of my people, because they didn’t teach us there, in Afghanistan, to betray our own. They did not teach us envy and self-interest. I also want to say that it’s even great to be a small hero. I want to say that every hero has envious people, that the fate of heroism is sidelong glances and even expulsion. The hero may not be noticed, he may not be loved.

No, don't be afraid to be heroes, don't be afraid to be exiled. A hero is a man who has gone crazy, but it is this man that the whole country is talking about.

Oleg Lesnichy (pictured on the left). Afghanistan, 1988

Forester Oleg Viktorovich,
Participant in combat operations in Afghanistan, 1988.

In Soviet times they were silent about them. During perestroika there was no time for them. And then it became “unfashionable” to discuss on the pages of the press the blazing glow of burned lives in Afghanistan. But gradually society began to come to “memory”, and the sprouts of holy memory gradually came to life.

Every year in February, everyone who remembers comes to the monument to internationalist soldiers in the city of Azov: comrades, wives, mothers, friends, neighbors. According to tradition - everything with red carnations. They are drops of blood. This day is special for everyone in its own way. For combat veteran Alexander Sharovatov, this is a day of remembrance. Holy Remembrance Day for the glorious battle friends whom fate encountered in his youth on the mountain paths.

He, like everyone gathered here, remembers and mourns:

I ended up in Afghanistan in August 1988 not by conscription, I carried out a special task - I took people from there. I saw a lot.

Alexander remembers not only his friends who died in Afghanistan. Due to his service in the airborne forces, he had to visit Chechnya:

There are friends who died in the Chechen campaigns. I must say that the second Chechen campaign taught us a lot. It passed with fewer losses, with less betrayal.

But war is war, it makes a true patriot out of every soldier. Alexander Vitalievich was taught patriotism by the war, now, in peacetime, he teaches young people how to love, cherish and defend the Motherland:

The war taught me independence. For the commander, the main thing is to conduct reconnaissance, understand the task, and then make a decision. Guided by these three rules, I try to live.

Last summer, Alexander Vitalievich sent his son to the army. Grigory Sharovatov is serving in the special forces. The father is proud of his son. Next year Grisha and his father will come to the traditional rally. For now he is a soldier.

Now his son, Gregory, is being raised by the armed forces. He independently chose his path - he decided to pay his military duty. I want my son to be, first of all, a Man with a capital M, and then a military man.

The combat veteran is not indifferent to the future of young people. He is for a healthy Russia. Strong and sturdy. In peacetime, Alexander is a mentor for several generations of Azov schoolchildren. Alexander Sharovatov often holds meetings with young people, holds conversations with colleagues, and shows patriotic films, including those about the campaign in Afghanistan:

I advise the youth of Azov to be conscientious, play sports, and not sit at the computer, because gadgets are of little use, and, of course, prepare to defend our Fatherland. The example of neighboring countries shows that if the younger generation is brought up for decades on imported films, cartoons, computer games, it will not grow into patriots; on the contrary, there will be a whole generation of dissatisfied people.

Alexander Sharovatov also regrets that basic military training was canceled in schools and replaced with basic life safety, but these are completely different subjects. The guys learn not to defend, but to provide first aid. Therefore, his additional classes with the younger generation of Azov residents help fill the learning gap. Alexander Sharovatov knows how to raise a patriot. And he does it with pleasure.

Melnikov's two wars

Not long ago I visited a unique center created by internationalist soldiers in Rostov-on-Don. It's called the Combat Veterans Center. Almost every day, schoolchildren and students come here, and for two hours reserve officers tell them about the numerous examples of courage and heroism shown by our soldiers over the years.

The center operates under the leadership of Sergei Igorevich Loginov, who also took part in the fighting in Afghanistan. In just over a year, the center has gained great authority. Young boys and girls come here in an endless stream to join the real world, real people. It should be noted that lecture classes here are not easy.

Usually several people are invited to meetings, whose stories take only 10-12 minutes, then thematic stories are demonstrated. Military equipment is also shown during classes.

Retired Lieutenant Colonel Semenov Valery Aleksandrovich has found a unique path for himself here: he conducts almost all his classes here. His voice is somewhat reminiscent in its timbre to the voice of the famous Levitan and gives the stories a special, heartfelt depth.

Most of the center's participants visited Afghanistan, and this topic never leaves the listeners' souls calm.

You can learn about the fate of Afghans here.

I want to talk about a man who, by the will of fate, became a participant in two wars and stood guard over public order for many years. This is Artur Vladimirovich Melnikov.

Young Artur Melnikov was drafted into the Soviet Army in May 1987. At this time, fighting had been going on on Afghan soil for many years, and hundreds of our fellow countrymen visited this hot spot.

The recruit spent the first few months in a training unit in Ashgabat, and then, together with his colleagues, he was transferred to Kabul, and from there to Gardes. Arthur served in the 56th separate air assault brigade. Then he had to take part in Operation Highway, one of the largest in the entire Afghan war. It took place from November 1987 to January 1988 on a broad front in the provinces of Paxia and Khost in the Afghan-Pakistan border zone, involving significant forces and resources. The purpose of the operation is to break through the long-term military and economic blockade of the Khost district and disrupt the plans of the leadership to create an alternative Islamic state on the territory of the district.

Together with his colleagues, Melnikov more than once found himself in the epicenter of military clashes; he had to face danger and the enemy face to face. Fights took place every week, and the unit was often put on alert due to information received about a gathering of Mujahideen.

The unit in which Arthur served was located near Pakistan, which meant that the paratroopers often had to block mountain trails in order to stop drug smuggling from that country.

News from home rarely reached the foreign land of Afghanistan. Letters and postcards from relatives arrived once a month, and sometimes less often. In their return messages, the paratroopers did not write about how and where the fighting was going on, but tried to reassure their loved ones that they were alive and well, and the situation was calm.

Arthur Melnikov stayed in Afghanistan for more than a year, then the withdrawal of our troops began. Soviet units handed over weapons, trenches and fortifications to the Afghan government, and our guys went home.

Arthur Vladimirovich recalls that at first he was tormented by nightmares after returning home, but he was able to cope with them. But not everyone is so lucky; among these young veterans there are many whose psyche was forever broken in Afghanistan.

There was another war in the life of Arthur Melnikov. During the second Chechen war, he and his colleagues went to a hot spot to maintain order there. He fought the militants for four months. We had to search houses where terrorists might be hiding, clear roads and risk our lives again.

Today Arthur Vladimirovich Melnikov is a veteran of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, is engaged in business, and is raising a daughter. He served in law enforcement for more than 20 years and retired with the rank of major. He says that there are several dates in the year that he always celebrates: Airborne Forces Day and the Day of the withdrawal of Soviet troops from Afghanistan. At this time, he always meets with his colleagues and comes to the monument to internationalist soldiers to honor the memory of those who died on foreign soil.

"Team 220"

Sergei Ivanovich Tserkunik in his childhood, like all boys, played “war games” and dreamed of being an army commander, but he could not even imagine that he would actually face the realities of a real war. Sergei was born in the village of Zhuravlevka, but soon the family moved to Tselina. He studied at Tselinsky secondary school No. 1. He loved to tinker with equipment, and together with his older brother Yura he repaired bicycles and mopeds, and helped his father in the garage. After graduating from 8 classes, he entered the Proletarsky vocational technical school, where he received the specialty of a refrigeration unit operator, and was registered with the Proletarsky military registration and enlistment office there.

I was drafted into the ranks of the Soviet Army in May 1986,” recalls Sergei. - The military registration and enlistment office issued an order that said “Team 220,” which meant border troops.

The parents did the send-off as expected, all the friends wanted an easy service. But these were just words. But in fact...

When we were brought to Bataysk, “buyers” were already waiting there. Our team was called to the parade ground and sent to Azerbaijan (at that time it was still the USSR) to the autonomous republic of Nakhichevan. First there was “training”. I studied at communications school for six months, and upon graduation we were divided into four warring districts (by that time I already knew that I would serve in Afghanistan) and were assigned to the city of Termez, Uzbek SSR, MMG-2. Our detachment was located on the territory of the Soviet Union, and the base where I served was in the city of Tashkurgan (in the north of Afghanistan). Each detachment had four motorized maneuver groups, which were located on the territory of Afghanistan, I served in the second. And so we were dropped off by helicopter at the base. The nature was amazing, and the terrain couldn’t be worse: inaccessible mountain steeps, earth scorched by the hot sun, heat, dust. On one side there are hills and bald mountains, and on the other there are cliffs, slopes and gorges.

We are border guards, and we were faced with the task of ensuring the security of the state border of the USSR from Afghanistan. Each of our units had its own area of ​​responsibility, which was about one hundred kilometers. The task is to prevent dushmans from entering the territory of the Union for the purpose of terrorist actions. I did not become a signalman, I was a grenade launcher on the SPG-9 (Soviet easel anti-tank grenade launcher). They went out on operations in armored personnel carriers and infantry fighting vehicles, blocking caravans with weapons and drugs. Often they themselves came under fire. The worst thing was when you had to lose your comrades. The success of operations in combat conditions was decided not even by minutes, but by seconds. They worked according to orders. This is war, and it was impossible to relax here. We were brought up with restraint, strict discipline and avoidance of violations. There was no talk of any hazing. The civilian population treated us differently: some people communicated with us normally, while some people hung magnetic mines. They tried to establish contacts with Afghans, especially with elders, and provided assistance to those in need: they distributed grain, food, and bed linen. We have never seen such poverty as here. In order to grow even a handful of grain here, poor people had to cultivate every piece of infertile land. Seeing the friendly attitude, many local residents saw us not as invaders, but as people who came to protect them from bandits.

They lived in dugouts. The climate is harsh - hot during the day and cold at night. In spring, it’s true, it’s beautiful - the desert blooms, and it lasts for a week or two. They fed us like at home, but on trips and during sandstorms they gave us dry rations. Operations sometimes lasted up to a month, we had to spend the night in armored personnel carriers and ate breadcrumbs and water. Every day “airplanes” flew to us - they brought ammunition, water, and dry food.

Anything could happen. Under no circumstances was it possible to drink water from unknown sources, only after disinfection. We stayed at the base for a week at most - and again for surgery.

We stood in front of the mountains, and in the mountains there was a “spiritual” base, and from there they fired at us, and battles broke out. Our command developed an operation to destroy it. Before us were bandit formations that were equipped with modern weapons: heavy machine guns, mortars and grenade launchers. But we delivered a strong fire strike, we were supported from the air by helicopters, and as a result the base was liquidated.

We were faced with different tasks: we carried out raids to destroy bandits and their bases in the border zone, carried out operations to eliminate caravans with weapons, ammunition, and drugs. They accompanied the transport and covered their routes of movement. I served in Afghanistan for 17 months.

I don’t remember feeling afraid - they were all young and hot. He completed his service with the rank of deputy commander of an anti-tank platoon.

He left the army when the withdrawal of troops from Afghanistan had already begun. Our motorized maneuver groups were the very last to leave: first all the troops were withdrawn, and then we. They transported us back to Termez, gave us a brand new uniform, salary, and tickets home. I didn’t go home, but flew as if on wings. First to Volgograd by train, and from there by bus to my native village of Tselina.

When I got to Afghanistan, I did not write to my mother where I was serving; only my older brother knew about it. Yes, she would not have guessed - after all, all the letters came to Uzbekistan, and from there they were forwarded to us at the base. She found out only when I returned from the army.

For excellent military service, Sergei Ivanovich has many certificates and letters of gratitude signed by the command and M.S. Gorbachev, and was awarded anniversary medals for military services.

Of course, it was a scary and difficult time. But we knew that the Motherland was behind us, and it was our sacred duty to ensure its security and protect the interests of the country and its citizens.