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and animal corpses drifted in there, which meant we could forget about the
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In the beginning I howled a wolf,
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superiors; the discipline is lax and so on and on.
bar; some thinking must be done beforehand.
There are no vitamins at war,
- Yep, - Replied Com-batt.
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A lot of grunts were broken down crying, like they were unjustly
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Therefore, I suggest the following:
dreams.
thanked every one of the escorting grunts and said:
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By the way, red timber
- Didn't you hear what I just said? Sweep the block.
So I accepted the man's offer with
picked Semeon and Glue:
I wasn't worried for my grunts.
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The men were all green, some rushing forward,
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Nikolaevich.
Karpov Vechaslav Viktorovich, Allied HQ representative, General Command HQ
BRDM with Karpov drove into one of the OMON roadblocks that was set up right
When your boots slip on the bloody mucus, then the important thing
anti armour use.
could call for an air strike or long range artillery and then pull out or
And they
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in the middle of the group of crawling spooks.
Thus, instead of catching at least a tiny bit of sleep, we were busy
deadly close range fire, we could lose them all.
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Then Karpov made his speech:
is to think of nothing, and concentrate on only one objective: survive,
I felt that for any spook that tried to stick his
The little one is pulling in Islamic World now, with
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It didn't save him.
Not much could be seen in the settling dark, except a few blurred
again to do with the damned computer.
disfigured body, one after another.
afghan grenades.
At war, seeing a familiar face before you is always a delight.
to go first.
wouldn't make it to my HQ.
floor.
- Let's go clean them up.
asking my RTO (Radiotelephone operator), private Harlamov.
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Many of them refused to medivac.
Although the rounds' stability suffered greatly and the bullet did
where our brigade's HQ was now situated.
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