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Captain Mironov was not able to bring him
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I found his
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behind to give him first aid.
I gave the order to stop and APCs halted.
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and looking in the direction of the enemy.
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Tanks began to shoot above our heads.
summarised the situation.
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think of nothing.
afraid we could knock them out too.
I chucked off the
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Yura was catching up fast.
Yurka looked at me reproachfully.
At the high
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cigarette and pulled out another one.
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We lit up and just sat there in silence.
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afghan campaign.
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that anyone of them could escape.
Over there, the war was more of a classic trench style, although,
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Like a wave, nausea
It was your buddy the airport chief, who straightened it all
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as if they guarded me from it, at least so far.
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He hung up and saw me.
it off or to simply move a hand.
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pillow.
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moving canteens, mobile brothels, champagne and whites.
- Attention! All ready?- Then the order came through, - Move! On the
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hundredth and two hundredth.
We all knew that if we fail, our wounded comrades would
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worst ones were loaded up there.
Apparently, I got him, since he disappeared and did not show up any more.
Com-batt's Marlboro and tossed mine back.
mucus.
choice.
different thing all together.
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thirty-three.
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zapp.
What's it going to be? - Asked us Yura.
shells.
you, just like you don't give a shit about us.
vehicles in the convoy are destroyed first.
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any damage.
My buddy Yura and I had
They kept carrying the bodies out.
Station APCs, - ask how they're hanging.
- Come in, Mironov.
discussed later on.
even spoke to the man.
With the last shot of tank we charged from our trenches and ran forward.
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him from pain.
Battalion commander was intermittently losing and
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All five
narrow slots, made by our tanks' shells.
We already knew that the
I lifted the glass, looked though it at the light, shook it and
couldn't take the torture of his guilty conscience anymore and thus ended
Really,
good medics.
We barely managed to
grunts anticipated that before the medivac they would, for one last time,
Only do not
squeezing out of my face some kind of smile.
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