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dukh's stockade, our bursts became longer.
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mud, clay, and blood, and got torn and holed in several spots.
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- I'll work it out.
Someone took the mag off his assault rifle and quickly took out
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What's the password?
Excitement of battle came back.
Staff and their three injured grunts.
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That's about it.
drove sparse clouds away.
You know,
Move it!
Maybe just a
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We cheered and tipped the glasses.
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With pain I was looking at the trees.
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Judging from his mood, we
Brigade's HQ senior officer, an adventurer and a warrior.
would not let them out, no way!
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some cigarettes to my grunts.
commander again: yes sir, general sir! So the general's finally saying to
It was hard to talk.
Occupied by this kind of thoughts I entered the main HQ's room in the
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Moscow dandy and me:
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refinery.
Explored my site.
Minutka soon?
No need to yell at anybody.
For now, my mind was occupied by thoughts of the dead sniper.
You can make a wooden souvenir out of your opponent,
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around his neck - an ancient soldiers' amulet; supposedly this very bullet
knows when the next opportunity like this would present itself.
There is always
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up there, but the God, evidently, was on our side today.
Tanks
All cultured up in their little French surroundings.
The wounded
spooks were responsible.
now, only the problem is we're short on company leaders, you know it too
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They start to wander
The son of a bitch wondered if we, by any chance, had any
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hell are you doing out here anyway?
enemy during the daylight, they would certainly abandon us like dogs to die
All was like always: a sofa or a chair, soft drinks, a
- What did you do him for?
I'm running.
Let's not
- Comrade Captain, Comrade Captain, they found some guy up there on the
symbol of their national pride.
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we took cover behind the pillars.
The same thing happened in Battalion 1, and their platoon leader had
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