And these guys would likely be in areas of either heavy direct fighting, or heavy shelling- where the need to quickly send a message was at its highest. So, Ivan hops out of his troop transport at his new duty post, a few miles behind the front line, wearing his fucking pigeon vest. "Oh boy, it sure is great to be doing my part for my comrades, communism is soooo good, I'm gay!", he says, being a good Soviet. He's ready to start sending and receiving messages with his 6 highly-trained messenger pigeons to coordinate with the guys at the front, providing supporting intel that could win or lose the battle! While he's walking to his barracks to get settled in, he hears this odd, high-pitched whistling. "Incoming, fellow homo comrades!" another Soviet shouts. **BOOM!** A shell detonates 20 meters ahead of our pigeon boy, deafening him and covering him with dirt. He sees all of the other more experienced soldiers diving onto their faces and crawling for cover, and just as he hears another high pitched whistling, he dives face first into a patch of mud- And then, @0K 's post takes over. So much for those highly trained pigeons. Maybe a fucking cage would've done them better? Sounds crazy, I know.