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battalion and your lads.
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We repeat the same process on the second floor.
com-batt declared a phrase, which was then to become our brigade's motto:
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self-preservation worked.
As we
some it's war, for others it's their darling mother.
Everyone lit up and was inhaling
was meant for you.
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Then suddenly, somewhere in
Battalion, company or platoon commander is always
- The third, - echoed us Pashka.
We were almost
Therefore, I suggest the following:
pick me up for sure dressed like this.
- The second batt's Chief of Staff was wounded and some artist is up couple fucking
Material battle losses is probably his credo.
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God alone knows.
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Walking on the roof we could here the gunfire in every
angels like bad meat at a discount price.
sprayed with a grey and red mass of brain.
Kicking and screaming like that we scooted ahead via the school rubble.
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from his tone, he must've thought that only degenerates and morons could ask
He was a short fellow (about a meter and sixty-five centimetres tall), couple fucking
on the fly, this one was just plain lucky.
to us for a while, against himself.
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- He told me bluntly to get stuffed, and didn't apologise.
fire-fountain from the breached gas pipe.
All my life in the past didn't mean much any more because tomorrow we
so that our zampolit wouldn't hear, officers jested.
my friend, you are as good as dead.
When I felt I could hold on, I shifted my AK forward to my chest and
I took couple fucking
always skeptical of the abilities of political officers, but occasionally
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OK, let's see what he's got to say.
Who cares? Let's forget that my birthday is coming up in
Our Semeonov.
every day our lieutenant colonel Bilich has found the time for brief morning
taking the airport together.
to go first.
He was rather short and skinny, and I was
you do? Unfortunately it was everywhere.
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drinking.
He was dismissed,
It was amazing that a military officer, planning such a blood bath,
Our soldiers are Siberians and all together we are mahra (Russian couple fucking
Everybody
- Don't worry, he'll fall a few times, he'll commit.
- No idea.
All covered in dust, burnt by local winds, parched by the gunpowder
The lungs are bursting.
- You see.
They
I'm sure no one
- OK, go check around the territory.
May be the common grudge and fear at this moment bear
cigarette? I started puffing it slowly, striving to enjoy every bit of smoke
for us beautifully couple fucking
I opened the hatch and the grunt hopped back.
too easy here, like black and white.
quietly groaning.
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