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Drink up, - I raised my
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assaults: central train station, hotel Kavkaz and here.
kind of cheesecake: ragheads, us, ragheads again and so on (US Marines call
again! Damn it, could it really be a sniper? Ducking
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The men were all green, some rushing forward,
There won't be as many soldiers' blood spilt though and we'd
only chewing on the newly received information.
were spraying from above, madly (about 20 guns) but disorganised.
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proximity, we have the republican medical warehouse.
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All of us, riding atop of the box, opened
On the roof, nailed to the
I'm telling you, at war, nobody would drink to get shitfaced
Although, by now
like yours.
him to write up the ID Act, the death notification and whatever else is
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equipment failed from vibration.
openly debate orders of our superiors.
from his post, and watch him so he doesn't make any trouble.
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here, we had forty-two tanks T-72, now we have twenty-six.
- Yep, - Replied Com-batt.
And now this bonehead, this pimple on our asses, endangering the lives
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But don't you worry.
Would make snipers' job easier
We shook hands and Com-batt, sniffing, pulled out a brand new Marlboro
any different than any other man around us.
Zapp.
The first feeling,
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Pashka
while after that.
Next, you throw a standard issue grenade with a time-delay of about 5
weeks at a time.
thing started in the first place.
second battalion, we should ship our wounded off, or they're all goners,
In ten days we
stomach.
The corpse was carefully placed on the rolled out canvas, hands folded
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Now we're getting a storm group ready, made of scouts.
sent home.
On the roof, nailed to the
We opened up in short bursts sex stories post
about the Allied Command and Moscow smart asses, but gradually we cooled
Of coarse these
him and the grunts.
dealt with you myself.
- Don't you know already? Glue, Semeon, Americanets and the others
His nickname is
- Yep, - he handed me a packet of Palmira, or, as we call it, Bum in
- Alright, let's move, - I ordered and nodded to the escorting grunts
- How is the Second Battalion hanging? - Ivan asked, taking a deep
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He is in the sickbay now.
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