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this war was over, they didn't chicken out or self-inflict their wounds,
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- Thank you so much, comrade Colonel, but I'd rather do it later.
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I looked away, pulled out a smoke and lit it up.
initial plan, we had to complete all preparations by autumn and depart for
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rag-heads tried to blow us and all but.
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- The snakes, probably, were torturing him for some time, and likely
artillery back up, we're stuffed anyway.
With a
dead Shmel launcher's face.
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probable enemy positioning and where the bustards are getting their
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to keep our cool and hold fire.
couldn't even medivac our worst wounded to the better-equipped hospital at
a bitch?
- Keep pulling the track on.
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All major news agencies and television stations have been registered
- Ready? Did they feed you?
Altogether, eight IDs - eight lives.
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and crawl, crawl out of the killing zone.
from an unreachable hight.
At the end, all of us were pronounced war criminals.
happened many times before, - I couldn't help myself and again kicked the HQ
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probable enemy positioning and where the bustards are getting their
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Then men from ZabVO, DalVO and TOF were dragged down
The OMON lads, of coarse, didn't give a shit about some General
officer and soldier had reserves in their tanks and APCs: canned stew and
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Any suggestions?
He's
roof, and from up there, dived by herself.
Or we can use our field phone.
At the rear, Glue was struggling
You, moron, should've been learning your math back in high school.
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- Alright, Yurok, stop it.
hit the jackpot.
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here sucks.
we did, receiving his information from the comms operators.
If he thought his listeners would explode applauding and
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rear XO picked up on my game.
through half of the whole Chechnya, or something like that.
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Have your grenades on stand-by.
setting sun.
At the meeting, every officer knew his spot.
after the battle they began to fall asleep (imagine no sleep for a week,
Only the tankers, carefully guarded,
The General Command HQ Officer is a homo.
into Grozny.
the mountains.
There
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Third
reaction? Who can tell? I fetched the sniper's Marlboro packet and handed
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At war onion is a commonplace.
Neither were you collecting worm
man since your college years.
Only the scope was foreign, I
Services
In the WWII books and movies, infantry is called
Around us in the darkness, officers were walking, to
Or straight after the college he popped up on the HQ parquetry?
Besides, considering our next objective, we had to free up room for
Now to the grunts who'd come with me:
For that our superiors
Command HQ together with their major Karpov.
the first quarter of January because of this buggered APC.
Having my second drink I listened to Yura telling me about my Moscow
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