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they're just kids for God's sake.
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responsibility makes my stomach rumble.
probable enemy positioning and where the bustards are getting their
there stuck with them.
thought, maybe medivac the fellow, but then again, can't even medivac the
Well, we kind of, matched each other over there.
own grunts.
Suddenly, chief of the guards barged into the room.
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go, to us, the good guys, and death to the morons.
let's rock, men! Give them Hell! Blood is full
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- Weak heart, - I smiled, - he was wounded too, so didn't survive the
us some escort for a few blocks, OK?
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compassionate face, my eyes were telling a different story though and the
- I reached my hand out with the
Spotting the rage in my voice, San Sanych and Ryzhov looked at the guy
There are as many rag-heads there as there are demons in hell, so he caught
Physically not so much a big man, but as a
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I need two
Command HQ together with their major Karpov.
have lost sixteen tanks, mostly with their crews.
I thanked him and sent for my grunts:
That's
Let's go back.
our sporty protectors would've definitely done him.
Did you behave? - I asked him jokingly.
hit.
all the way.
Comms operators radioed every one of our
Then, I
I'm ready.
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What happened next - no one knows, but the Chechen woman took a
offer to paint this queer orange, for fun.
would be enjoying all the privileges of soldiers in a war zone.
luring you out there.
Somebody even made a little fortune from this war, someone else
- Cheers men, let's run.
We saw a flash in the dark and redirected our fire over there.
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were ablaze from the burning fuel.
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As they recounted afterwards, the days they spent in basements and at
It's warmer in there.
As their CO you'd then have to write up their Death Notifications and
Talking or rather shouting through roaring diesels seemed senseless
both be black pages in the Russian Army's History Book.
- Calm down, gentlemen, - Bilich resumed his speech after pausing for a
from behind us.
00 in the morning we began loading our wounded onto cars and
That's right, moron, your business is to keep your teeth from clapping:
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we see them.
Thank God, he's just signing
- Hey man, - he smiled.
Com-batt started yelling at the grunts:
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