disposable soldier chapter 4. the camp near the city of m. frontline. winter of '23. the original can be found here:   e16c9ca9a21c77a2960065ab-applicatio npdf.pdf part 1/? finally, the day of our departure arrived. early morning wake-up call, and immediately the news: we receive first-aid kits in half an hour, be ready at the vehicles in two hours. the first-aid kits they issued were normal: not bad, not great  just normal. we packed our belongings and sleeping bags and went to the vehicles. we weren't the only ones leaving; several squads were departing at once. and, of course, the good old ural trucks were waiting for us. i was already so used to riding in them. a year ago, it seemed so uncomfortable and now  pure bliss! just sit and listen to music in your headphones. while wearing a body armor vest. we drove through russian territory again, again the same shops, the same checkpoints at the borders. again, a few bottles of hard liquor appeared in the back of the ural. someone pulled out some hashish, rolled a joint, and everyone immediately felt so good high, high, high, everyone get high! of course, we traveled the entire day and arrived at the front lines already in darkness. the distribution point met us with the dark silhouettes of some ruins and hangars. wed long since understood that we werent going to be stationed in the rear and we weren't going on leave either perhaps never again we are assault troops!
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