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a flat square under the shower of mortars?)
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Nobody listened to anyone anymore.
They've dragged in there about a company of men, no
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face smeared with blood.
- OK, let's go.
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pushing them under the bullets.
He wasn't nasty to other people, nor was he bugging his
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commander's APC.
- Let's go eat.
Engines were all started and many guns were wheeled
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We followed them.
SKVO.
Flame was raging in the tank.
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run, but many, including myself, were ready to accept the last battle.
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pockets.
- Bahel said the same thing and sent them to the recon guys.
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Earlier, in Soviet
Tanks indeed drove out from darkness.
- Go! Go!
- Everything's fine, Vechaslav Nikolaevich.
I made a long launch forward with my right
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- Put out what we've got in your
have nothing besides aspirin and their enthusiasm.
At war every soldier wears it, jut like American GIs,
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tomorrow, with the strength of the third battalion, support of the recon
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A sympathetic crowd gathered at once.
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We finish off two wounded by the window.
from them I flopped down and started to crawl.
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equipment and people ready.
Was that he, shooting at us? I carefully
of his explanation.
All of this is
carry out your assignment (Bahel emphasised the word your).
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I also noted that the tank's gun is
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The building has also been
and the basement.
of falling shells made me feel that I knew which one was sent to hound me.
Talking or rather shouting through roaring diesels seemed senseless
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massaged his arm.
anaesthetic syringe from the kit.
I corrected the
It was hard to
seconds.
Naturally, there was no one in command and no plan.
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knucklehead.
For that, Slavyan, we need to take over it as soon as possible, and
He said whet it's all over.
he would've lived a long time, to his distress.
Dukhs hit both our tanks.
Now we can relax a little.
- We'll pop out for a leak.
squeeze out of our darling APCs.
Goddamn plains, you whore! These faggots killed half of my battalion! Recall
marked on the map as dot, be threatening Russia's sovereignty? Unless, you
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We turn our backs and at once a burst
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