part 2/? a few people knew about shelk's desire, but we thought that common sense and the instinct for self-preservation would be stronger than his thirst for revenge. we were wrong. that evening, shelk was the only one completely sober. he knew what he had to do. he chose his own fate. only one person saw shelk getting ready  suleiman, the owner of kulich the puppy. suleiman was a wonderful man, sensible and noble. he himself wouldnt have gone on the assault for anything. but when he saw shelk going to the truck alone, he decided to go with him. he couldnt leave his comrade alone. and so, a completely drunk suleiman hurriedly packed his things and got dressed. i noticed this. "suleiman, are you getting ready to go?" "yes, kompas." "holy shit." "kompas, please don't forget to feed and water kulich." "don't worry, suleiman, kulich will be fine, well take care of him. and then youll come back and take care of him yourself!" suleiman weighed the duffel bag with his food and water in his hand. then he handed it to me. "here, kompas. i won't need this there" with these words, he picked up his weapon and left the house, joining shelk in the truck. only two people from our house went to the assault. the driver gave up on us and went to another house, to our "five-hundredths." our platoon commander, stopor, lived with the "five-hundredths" (he was a "five-hundredth" himself). but in this situation, he understood that the command's order was indeed valid. if stopor, a platoon commander, a lieutenant, refused to carry it out, it would have led to dire consequences for him. so, he rallied our "five-hundredths" for the assault. thus, the second half of our platoon loaded into the truck and went off to fight. they left only a couple of men behind to look after the house and their belongings. we spent a couple of hours discussing what had happened and then went to bed. lineika never showed up. in the morning, we heard alarming radio chatter.
Finland