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head and he stashed it in his boot.
mom fucking son
two-three soldiers.
As it is always
I unbuttoned his
Sometimes we even point the Air Force
rear XO picked up on my game.
You won't recognise
next to him.
dog-tags out of my pocket, - I sent him off to meet his victims.
Many corpses
the tankers' roundabout.
Bullet whistled close to me.
mom fucking son
parts of our soldiers who happened to be close to epicenter.
Yells of rage and pain, screams of wounded men.
As for the drinking water, we had to get it from the Sunzha
Now, the flares worked mom fucking son
More and more often the fallen
pillow.
and nearly killed him in the rush.
I'll grind you into powder in five
mom fucking son
the damned Square.
position.
under the weight of his radio transmitter and scraps of the armoury we
we might be able to complete the task within the previously mentioned time
Heavy.
- You're naturally delirious.
Thick black smoke was coming out of there.
have to spend more time.
did not want to spend the night here with whatever was left of the first
Material battle losses is probably his credo.
mind mom fucking son
with them.
mom fucking son
These old tanks began to shoot us point blank.
His own cut off
secured.
A soldier has many enemies at
above dukh's heads and exploded somewhere behind them.
We did not send your beloved there.
carriers rolled back covering us.
If you open your mouth trying,
days, under constant fire and counterattacks, according to the witnesses, he
We've
Was that he, shooting at us? I carefully
Coming closer, we saw that the guests were like us, the saviours,
The dukhi tried to stop us with a hail of bullets, but we
Horrible image, I have to mom fucking son
military commissariat and social security office after funeral, fill out an
mom fucking son
A sympathetic crowd gathered at once.
and later would be, on TV or in his memoirs, recounting how he, alone, rode
real enemy is right here in Moscow.
could take that.
standard issue GP-25, a grenade can easily be dropped into the smallest
constant the required density and precision of bombardment and, at the same
- Down the basement, to hide, - I came back at him.
floor of a building near by and firing his rifle in that direction.
tank and only then it will save you mom fucking son
nice hide from the shrapnel.
the hard, dangerous job was done, but there was too much to be done yet, and
- OK.
continuing digging and building a parapet.
too long.
- Give me paper, will you.
hanging.
reach the sanctuary of a stone, a bump or a hole.
Power came instead.
I deliberately talked in loud voice for the grunt to hear us.
love Russia.
Don't speak, man.
corner.
representative kept cheerless expression on his face with his thin lips,
I'll think about it if you buzz off mom fucking son
crater left from a tank cannon shell.
We finally warmed up, but
major Ryzhov Yuri Nikolaevich and some other officer.
From now on, there
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