One Soldiers War in Chechnya - Download free ebook

ox, stirring the lukewarm tea in our
cups. The dismal winter covers the field
right up to Goity. Somewhere behind the
fog a lone self-propelled gun is firing,
and occasionally the infantry shoot from
the perimeter trenches. It’s cold and
damp.
But still, we are content with life.
Yesterday Pincha traded some cigarettes
with the artillery for two shell crates,
and we also have some firewood. He is
an indispensable soldier to us; now he’s
cutting the boards with his bayonet and
throwing the chips onto the fire. He’s a
city boy, but you can’t tell. In his
crumpled, holey boots, singed jacket and
ripped trousers he is the scruffiest
member of our platoon. He spends every