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When our brigade fought its way through heavy rebel defences to help
them, our tanks had to struggle through barricades of corpses of our Slavic
brothers... When you see how tracks chop and hummer human flesh, how heavy
leading wheels coil intestines of people just like yourself... When heads
pop open with a crunch under a steel caterpillar and all around it is
sprayed with a grey and red mass of brain. Brain of a maybe unaccomplished
genius, poet, scientist or just good lad, father, brother, son, friend who
didn't chicken out and came here in this s**thole of a place called Chechnya
and, may be, to his last moment, didn't even realised what the hell happened
to him. When your boots slip on the bloody mucus, then the important thing
is to think of nothing, and concentrate on only one objective: survive,
survive and save your men. Because those you'd lose will come to you in your
dreams.

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