Like if you intend to jam GPS, it makes sense to have good old fashioned paper maps. Of course, you wanna make sure of a couple of things.
First, you have to have guys who can orienteer their way around the battle space.
There's no direct word on Russian capability in that regard, but owing to the simple fact that an awful lot of Russian grunts had no fuckin' clue where they were, where they were supposed to be, or how to get there, I think it's a fair bet that nobody bothered to train them on the finer points of map-n-compass navigation.
But then second, the real problem is that the Russian Army went into Ukraine with paper maps dating from the early 1980s.
In case you were wondering why a whole company - if not a battalion - if not more - went home with signs and symptoms of radiation poisoning after bivouacking in the Red Forest, you can stop wondering. They had maps that predated Chernobyl by 4 or 5 years, so they didn't show the Exclusion Zones.
Also, their jamming didn't work against the Ukrainians, and for some reason the Rooskies couldn't muster encrypted communications, so they were talking in the open on stolen Ukrainian cellphones, and sometimes they were using the kind of walkie-talkies you can get at Walmart for about 30 bucks.
This is a real good way to get your ass kicked.
Rachel talks to Howdy Doody's studious younger brother about Russian fuckups, and what might be coming next.
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