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In the dark we fire on each other and take
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dangling before my eyes, then to the Com-bat and now, I am smoking it while
huge boobs Then nailed him to a cross,
For now, my mind was occupied by thoughts of the dead sniper.
As we have predicted he tried to wave his rank into their
direction, but there was no response.
Alright, now catch your breath, find your way around and race ahead -
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have lost forty-eight men and God knows how many more I will lose because of
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pull our soldiers out of that shithole.
unfamiliar officer.
We felt like teaching the Moscow rep a lesson in
00 in the morning we began loading our wounded onto cars and
through his legs, so that he wouldn't crawl out of the killing zone and then
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block the approaches and take out everyone who would try to sneak off.
a bullet in his chest.
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Shmel, same
As they recounted afterwards, the days they spent in basements and at
Probably, in this state of mind, men run at machinegun nests to save others'
then sweep the block, someone might've got away.
Do we have radio contact with them? - I'm
ear is gone.
riding with the convoy tomorrow morning.
We've all seen a lot of that going on.
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ing compatriot.
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Soldiers watched us
assaults.
- Let's go eat.
studied the dead rag-heads' faces, matching them to the badly preserved
- You were only gone for four hours.
Tadzhikistan for integrating into the 201[st] division or some
The core of the new system is the
hanging out and his hands tied up behind him.
Their commander, with both
Slowly my
All of this is
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there stuck with them.
- The comms driver, Larionov.
More often than not, during clashes as well as during the breaks
Idiot, nutcase, - the head of the
that anyone of them could escape.
around.
wasn't a secret to half of the rebels in town.
motto was a close match in our case.
- Go to hell, - I jested back.
were ablaze from the burning fuel.
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always be there on manoeuvres and at war, to offer soldiers warmth and
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