# Call sign - Writer. A story

Henry de Overwood

MMMDCCLI. Call sign - Writer. A story. - January 22, 2026.

Call sign - Writer. A story.


A dark, warm blindage (dugout).


It would seem that vision must to be get worse, but, on the contrary, it is improving - you read less: you look at small letters less often.


I am recalling... I can to recall different things: I have three lives.


My first life was studying at a military college. I left army almost immediately after completing my studies in the military college: political departments (in military units) were liquidated.


My second life: the working in the banking and investment sector. This second life ended with unpleasant health-related events.


My third life - I started writing books.


These are not just simply books. These are such books that people need. I write about those I see. I have signed a contract, and I am a full participant in the events. All my books are immediately going to print, to the publishing house. I complete writing a book, and it goes straight to the publishing house.


I come out of the blindage. I look at the dog, then at the cat. They behave calmly. Then I look at the bird: does it flap its wings or not? He flaps.


I sit down in a bukhanka [type of vehicle], I go to the regimental commander: they called him (by phone) from Moscow today.


My companion, sitting in front of me in the bukhanka, has a broad shoulders and a small head.


Familiar places flash outside the window. There used to be a forest here. Little later there was no forest here. And now pine trees are growing abundantly here: nature is recovering quickly.


After the meeting at the command post, I have free time: three hours. I can dedicate them to a walk. This is one of my methods - walking for three hours - the method how to achieve a state of inspiration.


I feel myself inspired. The text already is in my head. I quickly write a few pages.


I will read these pages to the people of labor, who are behind the Ural. I will go there to meet with the readers. I will read these pages to them. Or others pages. Or I'll tell them about my life, about my work.


I hear my companion shouting my call sign.: "The writer! Let's go!" The bukhanka is ready. We'll be going back now. It is they gave me this call sign: "Writer." I'm not arguing. They know better. The louder the call sign, the more insignificant the personality. If it's a "Rambo", then it's probably a soldier driving a horse cart.


A call came to my cell phone. A people from the top. From Moscow. From the Writers' Union, from the secretariat. They invite me to speak at the "Culturcommand" program, on central radio.


January 22, 2026 00:07


Translation from Russian into English: January 22, 2026, 16:14

Владимир Владимирович Залесский " Позывной - Писатель. Рассказ. "


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