part 3/? finally, we reached some sort of destination. it was "mannequins" camp  several dugouts where the eva team was stationed. these guys had arrived here about two weeks prior and were living near the front line, about a kilometer from the fighting. they were engaged in retrieving the wounded and resupplying. there were guides among them. mannequins camp, named after the eva commander, was the closest location to the front where they could provide initial medical assistance, hide the wounded, and carry them further to the rear. eva had a good supply of bandages and tourniquets: though they werent real medics, they knew how to keep a man alive for a few more hours. here we stopped for a long time, for an entire day. we hid from the drones under a camouflage net and just lay there, lay there, lay there. the first group was already engaged in combat, the second group was waiting ahead of us. and we were also waiting. maybe we wouldn't be needed? maybe they would complete the task, and wed go back? maybe a miracle would happen? the guys from eva fed and watered us. but i didn't feel like eating or drinking. i didnt want anything. i just wanted to go back, to the warm and safe dugout. it was winter outside. cold. i wasn't thirsty. i was wearing boots. my feet were already rubbed raw from the long walk. my heels were blistered. they were bleeding, but i didn't know it yet. every step brought pain. i was cold. at mannequins camp, i finally realized what was hindering me so much: the warm, padded pants that didnt fit. they were sliding down from my waist to my ass. i decided to forget about staying warm and took off the winter pantsi was left wearing only summer army pants. of course, i still had thermal underwear on. but it wasn't helping. cold.
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