He could get behind the steering wheel of an APC, in
Simply, if you want to come back alive and in one piece, you must
was too tired to run long distances.
could take that.
I felt how the gunk that accumulated in my lungs
My buddy Yura and I had
About one and a half weeks ago, when he and the reconnaissance CO broke
locomotives and step out, the weather was freezing cold.
just like that.
cool, for a week or two, to rest up in the brick.
through successfully, so that you, in turn, wouldn't have to wash the stuff
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Thick black smoke was coming out of there.
Otherwise, an ambush is out there waiting for you.
But the tankers' com-batt wasn't listening to him anymore.
Move, move, downstairs, tempo, tempo.
- Chief of the guards has already recovered from his shock and was walking
Someone took the mag off his assault rifle and quickly took out
to assault Minutka.
I'm not angry at the grunt.
hands, my hands, Yura, are shaking with desire.
dead soldier's ID tag.
The dirty-gray mass of our brigade came to life again.
- What did you do him for? gay interracial
rolling down his face leaving gray traces on his dusty skin.
Particularly, the GRU and recon guys will be sad.
I flew up the stairs and felt no wheeze.
to get dizzy, understood?
- Mulatto girls are much prettier.
body, three other grunts were whirling on the asphalt, screaming with pain
We, on the other hand, have bulldozers.
In a second I would
and you are lying just like a piece of meat, trembling from fear and
I felt sad; if they could only shoot
Damn it gay interracial
He breathed hard.
We've got to either roll back and gobble alcohol or forward.
Same goes for
What do I tell Sedov?
I was almost in love with him.
towards your superiors.
soldier screamed on the left.
We didn't wear any insignia, like many other officers.
Everyone covers everybody else's back.
lovers after a long break-up.
Dukh's BMP rolled back and began shelling us.
to some relative of Dudaev's.
radio we demanded tank's support.
or a long and laborious air assault.
(God forbid of course) you would naturally be sad.
wasted them from a point blank range.
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The grunts did not bother to search their dead bodies.
To our luck, their crew was bad at aiming.
We just kept spraying the
He thought it over
Aviation bomb howl paralyzes the
I didn't kill nobody.
They told that Combat died.
- Yeah, yeah, sure, - Com-batt confirmed merrily, - I let him rest for
behind it a thick hose stuffed with C4 and only flies in one particular
Semeonov's body was at last removed from the cross, lads placed it on some
Whenever I pressed it, blood poured out, rolled down the knife,
With wild yells and howls, we rushed toward gay interracial
Food was a problem, same as matrasses, linen and the BDUs.