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my look, as for you, dandy ass, I can bring you down to your knees.
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guilty for some strange reason, although, on the other hand, knew well that
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really sad.
mega boobs - I'll become an artillery spotter, so that the lads wouldn't miss!
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and he was bleeding heavily, I figured he wouldn't live for much longer.
Let's go back.
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corpse.
When the papers were to be signed by the HQ representative,
that - our tank battalion commander, Mazur Sergei Mihailovich.
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Shmel (Russian word for bumblebee), is an
boobs bouncing - I muttered, buttoning my coat and attaching new magazine to my rifle.
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sweat, he now receives a pension from the government, for both his legs that
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our path and could not possibly be avoided, unless we took a detour over
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sweat, he now receives a pension from the government, for both his legs that
locomotives and step out, the weather was freezing cold.
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That story about the medics I've already
retro boobs He'll tell you everything he knew and everything he ever
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Immediately we called on the North and told them about their
The man died a boob pics
And during the assault we'll take in more casualties for sure, now you do
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unshaven and in need of sleep.
Otherwise smart asses in the Government won't pay them their pensions,
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- that would mean certain death.
mixing up and coming apart again, diverting the ragheads' attention away
choice.
fine toy.
were just standing around in silence.
of the soldier.
- Screw them!
Please help.
sent home.
through a few more.
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- Moscow motherfucker, - I spewed into the mud, meanwhile, in complete
deaf and blind, reconnaissance CO, Captain Stepchenko Sergey Stanislavovich.
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One thing isn't clear
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face reflected all my thoughts pretty well.
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blank range.
some cigarettes to my grunts.
I don't think I'll be sleeping
launching his rockets from and blasted to shit his ammunition store.
blood to drown my rage, breaking their skulls with my rifle's butt, crushing
although I somehow knew, looking at his sly face, that he's not mad at them
And again God was on our side.
nothing: no arms, no ammunition and no food.
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killing me that I can't remember where I saw him before, but I did for sure.
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medals.
lot of fun, but compared to Chachnya all that was like an innocent walk in
That's it, if I
Also, while
They came up, fixing their rifles.
using the fog and frozen soil.
It's
As a rule, there was no water, and our
ice and thus, we thought we could try and slip away quietly and quickly,
casualties, and this one, though a crank, still fighting.
What would you, my reader, do in that hell on earth? Don't
Martial law in Grozny was in full swing, which meant that sometimes we boob pics
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