The jaws and punched belly are torn. Here is a fierce pereblov that feeds the war with fatty death

I thought that I was so much rigging from the contusion, but no, just after the next combat exit, I watched the news, it turns out to us all well and we almost win. I had a few days in a row for a few days of the wounded and two hundred - torn jaws, punched bellies, torn sides, cut legs and hands, not talking about the balls . Three days without sleep, on the ground, without water - we gnawed ice from trimmed bottles. Adrenaline is very dry. Almost everything except phosphorus worked on us.

They beat accurately, professionally and qualified, beat so that you can't even crawl to the 300's and they simply flow through blood and quickly fade. Doras plow the planting artillery, fields, do it methodically, planned and with knowledge. When they dropped from the drones, I saw, as if in a slow cinema, in the trench, 2 meters from me, they were engaged and exploding. And I am alive, and two young couples 21 and 23 wheezing under my feet in a black night. And you can't do anything. Nothing.

And before leaving you spoke with them about something there, they had a good browdy bravada, a strong rod, I did not hear them once on something, always climbed into the core . . . They would just live . . . They laid them from the trench, and they lay with their heads folded near the unbridled sunshine, which had frozen with seeds inside their faces as a metaphor of murdered potentiality.

And the voice of the head of the operation sounded clean, evenly, without jumping excitement: "even, the position should be maintained. " You have heard him and stood in the heart evenly - someone thinks of you there, you are not alone in this frozen pit, supports art when it is undeniable. You never saw him, but after the two wanted to approach and get acquainted, and only . . . his radio fell silent - 200. When they cut a helmet from it, a pit was squeezed into his head.

Those who talk about improvements simply do not understand what they say. Now, when I write it under a drip, look in the peeling ceiling of a improvised hospital, right now and now someone is drawn alive or already, they are detached from the arrival or to the corn are pressed on the machine gun. Now! Sometimes I just want to lie down, put my head somewhere and wait for the Wagnerrs to come here, look at how Puta will be in the dark corners of these oak optimists.

Now, more than ever, one should be attentive to the army, to his requests, because many fatigue has been tired and so many times, she has already become your sister, you need to concentrate solely on victory, not relax and punch into the extreme. Now there is a meat grinder, and it is not a metaphor, as if 10 round of boxing, where the victory will take away the hardy, but the whole team should work for it.

These couples do not need to talk about the patriotism and the spirit of the nation, because they are the embodiment of this, they can also borrow, who is small, they do not need to rest "hold" or "pray for you. " Need antitrone guns, marshists, machines, all tools that can be two.