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Our second APC's cannon let off a burst, firing blindly in the
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He died from the heart condition and
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Many died while
And more of that boring rant, in the worst traditions of the soviet
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for that reason we gathered a lot of fresh towels and some cheap polish
just let them play with the fellow, they'd make him talk.
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When
Ragheads are deeply entrenched there and
With a
like Jesus.
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God, help.
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they'll win anyway.
I'm ready.
have lost forty-eight men and God knows how many more I will lose because of
stood the look of his watery eyes.
this war was over, they didn't chicken out or self-inflict their wounds,
I'll start on the sniper's report.
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After brief calculation, it turned out we had
It's warmer in there.
their home base.
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even spoke to the man.
They were all here, amongst their own,
target.
It's a pity though, the calibre is 5.
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and loudly yelled out Go to hell.
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