WHAT DID I LEARN
First of all, I've learned not to ask too many questions. Russian Army can make you feel awkward from the very beginning -- the sorting facility. Army is a really monstrous structure, and because of that, every fresh soldier asks different questions, like "why?", "how?" and "for what reason?", always recieving answers "there are REASONS". And lots of stupid questins make your brain hurt, you know.
I've learned the term of "formation". You can walk in many different formations -- formed by soldier's tall, in lines of two, sorted by platoons or companies; you can put your officers in the lead or in the back after everyone else, or ask them to form a separate unit; the formation is a very complicated process, if you ask me.
I've learned how to shoot. I know how to disassemble and assemble the AK with the time limit. Hell, I know my rifle so well, that I can do it with my eyes closed. This also can be said about loading and unloading magazines. I fully understand, that my AK-74M is a very horrible weapon for the enemy -- it is simple as a stick, and it can shoot without many parts that usually come with it. And even when it jams, you can always hit your enemy with a buttstock.
I've learned how to run PROPERLY. Running is also very complicated, despite its simplicity for a civilian person. You can run while doing your PT routine, running can be your punishment, you can run from your commander, or while searching your commander; you also can run in formation, being fully equipped with flak jacket and armor plates, while wearing a gas mask, with full set of pouches with magazines and grenades, with your rifle being strapped to your back. You can run for three, five or even ten kilometers. A soldier can be tired only when he recieves a command. Pretty useful for officers, if you ask me.
I've learned how to work PROPERLY. In the army, a regular soldier mostly works on side objectives -- he can do lawn mowing, using a shovel, he can do the documentation or writing. They can work for hours, days even. Without sleep. Or smoking breaks. He must always feel the tension and the heat behind his back. That is the mean of motivation. Because their work is important. Maybe.
I've learned the innards of my tank. I know, what's its dry and full mass, the amount of fuel that it has, its cannon's caliber. I know, what oil should go to the transmission, engine or suspension. I know, how many gauges there are on the driver's dashboard (with the clock), how to change gears properly, and what will happen, if the driver pulls both levers (nothing good will happen, trust me).
I've learned a lot, so to speak...