- What was that about?
He, the brigade's commander, is the one responsible for every single thing,
Particularly, the GRU and recon guys will be sad.
head and he stashed it in his boot.
their ribs under my boots, tearing and ripping their veins with my finger
His grunts kept away by
were out, Pashka cleaned up and was already in bed.
It's fate you see.
destroying the retreating empty tanks.
happened many times before, - I couldn't help myself and again kicked the HQ
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Don't be afraid.
Yura, we are participants in such cheap
We have to get to the HQ before the nightfall,
Gunfights are starting everywhere sporadically and sometimes turn into some
- I'm not going to wash nothing! - Pashka turned grim.
pulling wounded out of the killing zone.
not watch the rest.
Beer and cigarettes too, I'm
All of us prepared for the
steps then stopped and looked around.
might have to lay off such conversations.
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finally broke in, learnt that he maintained a pretty good live style in
Listen to this truth of war.
The first group climbed the wall and got inside.
In two neighbouring flats the
pattern and quality than ours.
blood did not clot fast enough.
- Here, - Krikov pointed at the spot, five blocks away from the school.
Not only from our brigade but others too, paying for
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You are the interaction
herd of sheep.
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tears to pieces bodies of the crew and infantry inside it.
Someone on the left flank was giving a short burst
dangerous, but together we must find the ultimate solution, - and now
- That is a really dumb joke, Vechaslav Nikolaevich.
Chechens, to kill as many our men as possible.
00 in the morning we began loading our wounded onto cars and
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job even further.
Sergei Kazartzev was walking next to us.
Everyone, who could fire weapons
bit foxy, like the Jews, enjoy solving our problems with somebody else's
with money, supplied with weapons and taught how to use them.
Dukh's tanks were shooting them like targets on a training
Large blood loss is dangerous.
drew my rifle and pressed it hard against the junction of his scull and
Now they know.
Now we were already running not
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Those days we already lived in the student hostel and
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