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personally head the convoy.
so that they ship their wounded over at the HQ as early as possible.
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of our friends and brothers.
Therefore, do not
meanwhile giving me a very expressive look, like he wanted to grind me into
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It's cold but there is no snow; the mud is not even mud, but
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Sunzha River overlooking the square.
It'd take a while to describe each one of
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Finally medivac all our wounded to the airport
won't get far.
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of captivity, dishonour and torture.
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for my son to serve in the military, although my father, my uncle, father in
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