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are now barefoot and the soldiers stamp
with their bare heels on the tarmac.
‘Company!’ the sergeant shouts again,
and the soldiers stamp their heels on the
square with all their might, grimacing
from the pain.
‘The swine, they’ll rip their feet to
shreds like that,’ says Osipov. ‘The
bones will rot and it won’t heal later.’
He knows what he’s talking about; his
feet have been rotting for six months and
each fresh issue of underwear is a
torment for him. His long johns stick to
his flesh and he has to tear them off. By
the evening half a cup of pus and lymph
has collected in his boots. But they
won’t put him in hospital because we all
have it, rotten feet are part of army life,