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Therefore, do not
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salad with its rapid fire and calibre.
Although, most officers
fine toy.
fifteen APCs.
In flares' light we could see the little
exercises.
Sargent patched him up
Alright, now catch your breath, find your way around and race ahead -
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Dudaev's Palace is the Reichstag.
That's right, moron, your business is to keep your teeth from clapping:
of adrenaline and I'm on fire again.
customary in The Army, these events were used to write off much of the
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Periodically, they
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knows when the next opportunity like this would present itself.
and thus were letting off long bursts, crawling backwards.
I looked away, pulled out a smoke and lit it up.
We also had a personal driver, Harin Pashka, one meter and seventy tall,
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I took the packet, twirled it, then lit up and stashed it in one of my
his dress? Having ensured that his uniform was intact and finally realising
on the spot.
into the nearest basement, grenades on stand-by.
Here,
continued without the bulletin, - his was tortured, then nailed to the cross
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They were getting themselves ready
crossed over to the other side.
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There are as many rag-heads there as there are demons in hell, so he caught
This one too was rebuilt as a villa and belonged to one of the Dudaev's
pointing at the breach:
not much smarter, keeping their frequencies and call signs unchanged for
Next to him,
he would've lived a long time, to his distress.
Someone from the back of the room declared:
- Bahel said the same thing and sent them to the recon guys.
heavy fighting.
breezed through my mind.
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the summer kind and rather depicted a tomato sauce.
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nose out now, this attempt would be, for sure, his last.
Out of his principles, Bilich didn't recognised physical methods during
have nothing besides aspirin and their enthusiasm.
For that we have to contract the third
now breathe.
sister too: called Muha, a tube-like devise (first versions were
ass.
the first place.
everyone.
thoughts was the empty and terrifying look in my grunts' eyes, were I could
brain.
It's their fault
done in our Army, the diesel fuel, that vehicles were filled with, was of
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All of us, however, managed
hanging.
block the approaches and take out everyone who would try to sneak off.
Enclosed the truck with
all.
All of which meant that if you try to scan the radio traffic
Then someone from the back clearly
After all this, the guard
I don't think I'll be sleeping
Damn it.
Over there,
all this, some shithead got promoted back in Moscow, or maybe, even a medal
them, our tanks had to struggle through barricades of corpses of our Slavic
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We talked to all the neighbouring units,
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