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In the Army, compared to civilian life, this
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Hold on, dirty wolves, we are coming!
of the army and go back to farming.
looked around, my good mood was totally gone by now.
Then comes your Air Force and only then the Germans!
guy a checkup and a x-ray.
We ARE rabid dogs.
from their other positions, realising that we would've taken care of them
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rep.
downstairs.
I picked up
sizes, don't you? I'll write them down once again, just in case.
possible solutions to fix this situation breast feeding
out of the way.
before and after that war.
flat yells out without accent: Don't shoot, don't shoot! I raise
grunts anticipated that before the medivac they would, for one last time,
brought back the Hlop's mutilated body and the severely concussed, almost
steps then stopped and looked around.
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In their majority they are only frightened peasants.
captain Ilin.
sent home.
remnants of polish bubbling and blackening.
While I was saving the soldier, dukhs attack was stopped breast feeding
responsibility makes my stomach rumble.
My assault rifle
fighting in a state of mind like yours.
grunts off the armour and this time went for their RPGs.
Thus, when they throw you out or lock in a God forsaken garrison, you'd
There was
It was understandable.
displaying his negative impression of the matter.
Internal Forces.
Just in case, -
POWs are in the building.
that.
the spoils.
Yurka and Pashka followed my example.
friends.
of them will probably stay here forever.
knows when the next opportunity like this would present itself breast feeding
stood the look of his watery eyes.
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I wouldn't worry:
on guys.
Soldiers started getting out of their hiding holes despite the danger
- Nickolaich, please, - First time the Com-batt called me by my full
ex-restaurant building.
Why, though, should the whole country
- So, so.
They hit dukh's structure with direct
- It's a mystery how you can still maintain your sense of humour.
Popov, scared shitless, drops carafe's breast feeding
My foot sinks in some soft and
We left the room.
Moreover, a wounded raghead would be a major pain in the
to us than Chechnya.
still a choice.
no intention of pushing the fragile piece of my soul off balance by talking
- They might stick us into the second battalion until they find a
orders of their Motherland, their Party, their Government and hell knows
them! Dig in and fight until the last one! Radio operator, where the hell
The question now was how many hundreds of us will die breast feeding
Following our
through his legs, so that he wouldn't crawl out of the killing zone and then
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