The more humiliating the forms of punishment a sergeant thinks up for
the men under him, and the more violently he attacks their dignity, the
better. The task of the training battalions is to crush and completely
destroy the individual, however strong a character he may have
possessed, and to fashion out of that person a type to fit the standards
of spetsnaz, a type who will be filled with an explosive charge of
hatred and spite and a craving for revenge.
The main difficulty in carrying out this act of human engineering is to
turn the fury of the young soldier in the right direction. He has to
have been reduced to the lowest limits of his dignity and then, at
precisely the point when he can take no more, he can be given his
sergeant's stripes and sent off to serve in a regular unit. There he can
begin to work off his fury on his own subordinates, or better still on
the enemies of Communism.
The training units of spetsnaz are a place where they tease a recruit
like a dog, working him into a rage and then letting him off the leash.
It is not surprising that fights inside spetsnaz are a common
occurrence. Everyone, especially those who have served in a spetsnaz
training unit, bears within himself a colossal charge of malice, just as
a thunder cloud bears its charge of electricity. It is not surprising
that for a spetsnaz private, or even more so for a sergeant, war is
just a beautiful dream, the time when he is at last allowed to release
his full charge of malice.