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floor of a building near by and firing his rifle in that direction.
- It's been going on for about hour and a half.
hardly squeeze our own asses on the armour.
are the ones who will be carrying it out.
- You don't know anything.
Scattered around it were body
Oh, my
I got back into the cab, put some cloths on and was wiping up my rifle
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All soldiers and
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dog-tired and can't move their feet any more, not mentioning attacks, their
Mind left me again.
Pulled the trigger.
motto was a close match in our case.
see the reflection of my own feelings.
exploded and grenade flew toward the enemy.
labyrinth of remaining concrete blocks and bricks.
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elderly, you know.
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angels like bad meat at a discount price.
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with a small launcher grenade, especially when it is coated in active
surname).
The dukhi blew up the entrance into the Palace, so it was not
of makhra with burning torches carrying out corpses of our soldiers from the
- Maybe.
The rest tried to turn back still running.
and animal corpses drifted in there, which meant we could forget about the
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- Get stuffed idiot! - Yurka exhaled air from his lungs and pumped in
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- OK, that's enough.
removing him carefully from the cross.
Before the sunrise they put him before the firing squad
without a single crack.
There is pain spot there and if you hit it, a person can collapse
towards me.
What a moron, ha? He'll
motto was a close match in our case.
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I gave a long burst.
us from the upper floors.
friendship with the grunts from the HQ, communications hub and canteen.
With time, through the system of codes and passwords,
- Yeah, rich life, sure.
- It's not as simple as a slugfest in a corner
Chest pain knifed me again.
them, so I'll pass on that, but to say the least - all are real men.
Drunk without wine.
We also came to the decision to pull our men closer to
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that they were obstacles for my run.
crippled post-war heroes living in peace life.
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