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would be enjoying all the privileges of soldiers in a war zone.
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pitched ding from the shooting was still in our ears, but now we had to
Make a deep inhale, I'll tighten the band.
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While doing that, they tried not to
Sashka, and tell him we said hi.
Amazing that the
- Just imagine, - Yura was unstoppable, - if we were killed in action
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Move, move and don't stop now.
meant to die, so we kept moving on.
short burst.
There was no other way to stop bleeding, but to use this
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I probably only saw him about 10 times before and never
They'll
we mistook our neighbours for ragheads and opened fire
Here it's more
to survive and take this fucking square.
Gathering my last
They might
dead soldier's ID tag.
God and fate allowed me to
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In an open field, busted your opponent,
the former children's basketball court, which had become a lounge room at
thought he was gone.
People ran by me.
reveal the reason why such a young and pretty creature passed away.
All of a sudden, it became crystal clear.
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- Sasha, we saw him for the first time and gave him exactly that
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I was off to my cab too where Pashka was feeding firewood to our
is) the bridges and successfully moved across the open space under the hail
here were useless and we had to act.
- Why would they care? They'd rather start distributing after the
But this lad is rather snappy.
too slow.
In the Army, we've got three objectives: immediate, next and major.
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Fire! We started to shoot at the
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the bullet as intended
toward the bridge, but to Dudaev's Palace.
He arranged for the grunts that brought
Who knows.
crater left from a tank cannon shell.
Otherwise, we
your driver too, by the way.
Hanged the Kalashnikov on my neck and put my arms on it.
No, don't bother trying.
fool by the puddle of my own puke feeling good.
they put some psychological pressure on him, by throwing his friends out of
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