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pig again.
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- Any more cognac left?
About fifty people.
- Nah, they've got plenty of good company commanders there.
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The grunts were throwing some bloodied rags out through the windows.
Their armament consists of standard issue small arms plus GP-25s,
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service, otherwise I would've told you to shove your orders up your ass, sir
When he was giving short, two-three bullets, burst,
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human flesh, cotton and something else, terribly stinky.
While I'm here, my deputy is Kugel.
winked encouragingly.
Step by step, we moved upstairs.
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Ten minutes after the fighting started we had received
motto was a close match in our case fucking couples
- His wrists are badly burnt, shrapnel cut his shoulder and part of his
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clean up from the fifth floor down.
smoke-screen.
- Did you guys just declare a rebellion? - Sashka was alarmed.
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belonged to two fresh battalions joined the chorus of tanks and
artillery support, time frames and interactions with other units would be
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know.
Everybody was waiting where, whose chance would be to
I pulled the needle out and
Alcohol,
Otherwise we'll lose shitload of men.
self-propelled cannons are too heavy, too slow and the on-board ammunition fucking couples
dipped us into this burning shit? I don't even have a word in my file about
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They were all dressed in nice Turkish camouflage of significantly better
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probable enemy positioning and where the bustards are getting their
fighting in a state of mind like yours.
Thus, at first, we
He knew
notifications and thanking notes for their sons' wonderful upbringing.
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Exactly.
mood left for the meeting.
Removing the stiletto I jerked him towards me and
Don't worry too much fucking couples
run in straight line like a rabid dog.
some relaxation and rest.
Someone on the left flank was giving a short burst
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ram it down completely this time.
As for the officers: he
all this.
Same with the second corpse.
If it weren't for the Army, he'd be with his
We were chewing quickly and when the warmth inside my stomach began to
assaults: central train station, hotel Kavkaz and here.
another grunt shifted a brick and noticed an F-1 grenade, lying under a pile
dark and again everyone gaggled.
into the mud.
wearing his stars fucking couples
Belongs by the law of war.
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We're all happy and hugging.
So, as you can see, the problem
useless arguments and constant dead-end conversations and you are barging
Pockets were full with loaded clips, heavy launcher's grenade bag was
everyone.
into the mud.
Then they began cleaning his wound.
I looked where the shell exploded.
their teeth on the same parched faces as ours.
make it! Come on, Sergei!
happened many times before, - I couldn't help myself and again kicked the HQ
Yurka interrupted my jolly mood:
The same feeling
hatch behind him.
time was up and we all went back to the briefing.
- Mulatto girls are much prettier fucking couples
tell you, gentlemen.
I didn't kill nobody.
are trying to break out! Forget about it, you won't!
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