At zeros near Donetsk. The real story of the heroism of the Armed Forces

Each day storms of small groups, discharges from copter, gas grenades, arts, again storms. The rotation of the position was cut off by art and copter so that they cannot be changed and stormed every day. The position was held by ten guys. There are three alive. They could not be changed for four days. The Kombrig walked black, as death itself, broke, constantly analyzed what could be done, nothing regretted anything, no expensive UAV, no copter, nothing. But they could not pull them out.

The time when every minute is eternity. When each pile is an injection of adrenaline into the brain. And here - four days. On the fifth day, the group was able to go to pick up the bodies of our boys and replace the surviving. And when he heard the roar of technology, the assault group of the Russians tried to jump into trenches. And these three boys destroyed them. After four difficult days, near the bodies of the dead brothers, they destroyed the assault group before getting out.

- I have DRG, reception. - What more DRG, finish hysterics. Now, we are already on the approach. - Yes, I say DRG, they already crawl before. - Exactly DRG? So you will not smoke, really DRG? - Yes, I weather, I am a car ** p. … It takes a few minutes. - I am a wee **, but there are still there when they will be right there? Oh, still climbing, I'm now . . . The assault was repelled. The position is behind us.

The guys are a little bit, bursting pieces of land from the Russians and reflecting the storms of "disposable", as the Russians call them, continue to keep their positions. And so, another moment. Already when the change jumped into the trenches and sat down with the surviving. "We were thrown here," one of the surviving. - just quit. - Listen, why did we throw you here? - said one of the guys who came to replace. - In the course, we tried to change you.