One Soldiers War in Chechnya - Download free ebook

you just give me a smoke instead?’
He passes me a cigarette and we light
up.
There is constant traffic on the
runway. Someone lands, someone takes
off, wounded soldiers wait for a flight,
and people crowd round a nearby water
fountain. Every ten minutes low-flying
attack aircraft leave for Chechnya,
groaning under the weight of munitions
and then later they return empty.
Helicopters warm up their engines, the
hot wind drives dust across the runway,
and we get jumpy.
It’s a terrible mess; there are refugees
everywhere, walking across the field
with their junk and telling horrific tales.
These are the lucky ones who managed