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pictures, not in real life.
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probably tripped over something in the dark.
Although, many officers, some superstitious or some
My fingers slid on those sandbags, unable to cut
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To get everything out we had to bust a little armoured door.
- OK, we've got to think men.
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the contrary, never even mentioned the fact that your lad was dropping
The Queen of the battle field .
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Another one.
The most important was
Flares rose up in the sky and amateur curves
The rep nodded, took the IDs and without even looking or counting,
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Either an artery was cut, or this guy's
The human organism is a pretty smart device.
regiment, lieutenant Krikov! -Junior officer, barely any older than his
How's he? Will he make it out?
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Carefully, we looked
He was shooting with Kalashnikov, taking aim carefully.
I was thinking how many lives
I don't believe you! Let me
Now, count: fetch the safety pin and throw, then the bitch hits
January they shipped us these mountainous grenades, or as we call them amateur curves
I lifted the glass, looked though it at the light, shook it and
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Then nailed him to a cross,
general sir! The story of my life, Yura.
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Moreover, they are promised a heaven for the holy war with
All of a sudden we heard a grenade explosion and a rifle burst.
albino, except his eyes, they weren't red, but rather colourless amateur curves
Just a little bit more, guys! Press forward! Dukhs were furiously
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Together with some fifteen grunts we ran into the block.
another cigarette out of the packet, lit it from the butt and tossed it off
scared of nothing.
Instructions to storm
The liquid came out from the tube.
The room went buzzing.
Over there,
transpired here.
Take Chekhoslovakia for instance.
With all that he was never a layabout or an
within the range of 3 to 30 MHz, during the day, you could easily find out amateur curves
- Yeah, it's OK when your country is of only one culture, like Israel,
is to think of nothing, and concentrate on only one objective: survive,
through my torn bronchi and nicotine plugs.
ambush or booby-trap the place.
Otherwise I wouldn't have had this split personality.
blasted by the explosion.
We were afraid of coarse to waist our own
- You are mad, mad I tell you!
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became stiff from looking up and the gun smoke was getting into my eyes and
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