A few years ago we hired a Ukranian, I mean a fresh-off-the-boat Ukranian. His name was not pronouncable by western tongues so we called him "Slavic". He liked that as a nickname. He was about 5'8" and slight in build, dark hair and eyes, pleasant enough fellow; a very good truck driver, too. When I first met him I asked where he had learned to drive a truck. He had learned in the Soviet Army. I studied him quietly for several minutes, causing him to become very uncomfortable. I was so disappointed. I mean, for most of my 26 years in the Army, I was a "NATO" soldier. I put a little under 14 years in Germany, some of that sitting on the border being watched by the VOPOs we were watching. I finally broke the silence by saying, "I thought you guys were all ten feet tall."
I miss the Soviets. Not the Slavics, but the T-80, BMP, MIG 29, Super Boomer, Bear Bomber, ten foot tall, bullet proof, razorblade eating, resistance crushing Soviets. We stood toe to toe across a line in the loam facing an enemy you could be proud to hate. They had uniforms we had to study so we would recognize them, they had modern equipment and tanks and planes and borders and a flag and ideology...they had representatives at the United Nations. They had grand schemes and budgets and plans to suck up more countries behind their "Iron Curtain". They had an "Order of Battle", a tactical and strategic dogma, they were highly organized, they had a chain of command. In other words, they were everything our current enemy isn't. Most important, we knew that if the Soviets came at us, there was the remote possibility that they would win. We had to stay on our toes ALWAYS. I asked a General who was visiting EUCOM if he really thought the Russians would invade Germany. His very serious answer was that it wasn't a matter of "if"...but "when". So I modified my question to when did he think they would come. "The very day they believe they can get away with it" was his chilling answer.
That is why we studied their tactics, uniforms, praticed with flashcards of their equipment and armor vehicles and aircraft, kept a 24/7 watch on their activities. When I was stationed in Bad Kissingen, our mission was border surveillance. We were told plainly that we were simply a "speed bump"...a delaying force that would get smashed into a wet spot on the forest floor. Hopefully, we would delay them long enough to allow the rest of the USAREUR to get their guns loaded and get into position to slow them down some more until Stateside units could get in theater to help out. At the peak of the cold war we had roughly 5 divisions in Germany facing about 100 divisions of Soviets.
Call me crazy, but it's the enemy-you-know- versus- the- enemy- you- don't- know thing. No wonder so many people are having the yawns trying to keep up with this war. A lot of people are still denying there really IS a war (there is, by the way). The only thing the Radical Islaamic Jihadist Fundamentalist whoevers have in common with the Soviets is their love of the AK47 and the fact that they would love us to leave them alone. I kind of prefer having a real, scary guy sitting across the line who stays there (kept in place by the ridiculous policy of "Mutually Assured Distruction") than some ragtag, uneducated rube who doesn't care who dies with him.
Oh, and I miss those Mayday Parades, all those mobile rocket launchers, tanks, thousands of troops tromping down in front of Lenin's Tomb...now THAT's an enemy to be proud of.