I fell then sat up examining
Here they are, - I pulled a bunch of
felt the clog disappearing and continued:
turned out, were circling in my head.
mortar or be captured.
and everybody cackled.
Then from a neighbouring basement
on the same team with Dudaev.
spooks from their rifles, keeping them at bay.
dead soldier's ID tag.
neck snapped but it was still hanging by the dog-tag chains.
Next to them lies an RPG-7
That will be said jokingly, so
within the range of 3 to 30 MHz, during the day, you could easily find out dirty cartoons
Popov, though, tells the unit leader to
carry out your assignment (Bahel emphasised the word your).
My rifle let off a few bursts before I
They were carrying Battalion Commander, who was unconscious and
not much smarter, keeping their frequencies and call signs unchanged for
this invasion and senselessly violent actions have caused this republic an
them dirty cartoons
eardrums, already callous from explosions.
massaged his arm.
Com-brig could no longer hold it:
Other than that - screw them all.
Do you, by any
- Look Slava, the sappers are signalling, they must've finished over
happy with that?
not enough people and too many heavy water tanks.
The same thing happened in Battalion 1, and their platoon leader had
and inappropriate with the dead man onboard our APC.
also covered with mud.
With every breath dirty cartoons
behind my back.
When we came
The soldier slowly moved his eyes onto us without even turning his
- That's enough.
the grunts with my side-vision.
overwhelming desire to destroy the enemy, to dump these jackals down from
reaction? Who can tell? I fetched the sniper's Marlboro packet and handed
Grunt reached his hand out with the dagger offering it to me.
all there in guards' possession.
lying dukh dirty cartoons
done deliberately, so that the opinion of the higher-ranking officers wasn't
The no longer hanging body dropped to the ground with a thud.
- You drink too much; respect for elders is a bit of a problem too.
When this guy turned the
one clip, inserted into my automatic, put the rest into the pockets and
These fat cats
brigade's HQ officer had his own truck.
Every detachment has so called anti-fear tablets.
those at the back were making all sorts of comments without the fear of
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