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the Moldovans' hands.
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Next, you throw a standard issue grenade with a time-delay of about 5
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seemed like one of our cannon rounds dropped into the room where he was
Soviet Union.
Glue spotted motion.
Everyone understood perfectly what the words clean up meant.
In a straight line it delivers its
are to face an assault like that it is possible to expect that we will take
Still in the heat of the past clash, I knew that if I don't have a
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ass.
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every day our lieutenant colonel Bilich has found the time for brief morning
His own cut off
The owner and his gang fought for it with ferocity.
The grenade burst right
- Give me paper, will you.
In the third battalion, twenty-four men died in
Guarding.
nights, risking the bullet from Chechens or from us, they crept back to
Having my second drink I listened to Yura telling me about my Moscow
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direction where the spooks' rockets came from.
proper hygiene.
system and thus terrible.
with the 5.
The boys wouldn't mind anymore but their families must be notified.
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Some were frankly saying
battalions.
good aircraft, ha? - Palych made a joke.
and then go home.
At some stage we even
Vietnam War, American GIs had complained to the gunmakers that their M-16s
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Vehicles had the same problem.
taking carbine away from him.
The view that opened up in front
I repeatedly observed him in gunfights: many times he pulled out the truck,
Thus, instead of catching at least a tiny bit of sleep, we were busy
Here, though, all guards were soundly asleep or
he would've lived a long time, to his distress.
first.
not much smarter, keeping their frequencies and call signs unchanged for
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When
I also noted that the tank's gun is
mind, were squashed into armoured trucks using stretchers, crutches and
I have no desire
discovered at the rag-heads' nest.
These fat cats
According to their perception, we can't fight for shit; we have to
Because your government sent you into this butchery and then, chucked
There won't be as many soldiers' blood spilt though and we'd
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watching out, racing past onetime battlefields.
hanging.
wasted us at close range.
- Why don't you try and drag this stiff
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