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That's no good.
Our personal folders then fell into
We are also running out of medicaments.
carried over fuel for vehicles and power generators.
spite of his furious resistance, avenging the deaths of his brothers,
Mechanics were busy getting their vehicles ready for the
with a piece of cloth.
was a smart chap; he squalled with independence and sent his bulls in.
Everyone, of coarse, showed
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I pushed the door covered up by a raincoat-tent and felt the
Afterwards, the grunts solemnly swore that
- Arkadiy Nikolaevich, fill in the ID report and prepare the body to be
- Keep pulling the track on.
- Come-on my darling, don't let me down, - I muttered, shoving grenade
- He throttled himself, comrade Captain.
thing started in the first place.
dust.
Where is that lieutenant now with his
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him and the Hlop's body back, to be awarded each by the Hero Of Russia
only exterminated.
- I reported, looking at Bilich, who was leaning at the map.
Russian and, from his own words, even from Novosibirsk.
a few shots over his head.
We also had a personal driver, Harin Pashka, one meter and seventy tall,
are only going out there to accompany the column and would then come back
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It's likely he did it on impulse, trying to get to the Command
There is just no peace for him.
But the company leader: would he live and walk again?
corpse.
Lighting up a sniper's cigarette I took a puff.
initial plan, we had to complete all preparations by autumn and depart for
Then, having sent all
kind of cheesecake: ragheads, us, ragheads again and so on (US Marines call
artillery support, time frames and interactions with other units would be boys teen gays free
All else is shit.
There is also an aiming mechanism, but since the
genius, poet, scientist or just good lad, father, brother, son, friend who
the Chechen owner's villa, where he built in a beautiful fireplace, which
They slept in turns, using parts of the poor Hlop's body as
Then he
Very
My mind hasn't even produced a thought yet, but my hands
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maybe that's what this superior spirit of the Russian Soldier is, that no
through their sights from behind every corner.
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