Граф Орлов
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I dreamt that I was going to war with Ment. We were sitting with other recruits somewhere in Russia, waiting for our turn to fill out paperwork, and then artillery started shelling us. A wall was destroyed, but we were still alive. A random sergeant walked by and said:
-- Well, what did you expect? We're not winning the war.
-- What unit are we in?
-- Belgorod...
-- Forget this, I'm out of here.
I actually left: I walked out through the gate without a checkpoint and headed north on my own, while Ment seemed to stay. I had to run around some industrial area and recruit civilians to join me, but I don't remember much else.
Lately, all I dream about is war. In about a third of my dreams, there's artillery shelling, and in the rest, it's all paperwork, moving, arguments with contractors, and other nonsense. Now, it's both, and with Ment too.
-- Well, what did you expect? We're not winning the war.
-- What unit are we in?
-- Belgorod...
-- Forget this, I'm out of here.
I actually left: I walked out through the gate without a checkpoint and headed north on my own, while Ment seemed to stay. I had to run around some industrial area and recruit civilians to join me, but I don't remember much else.
Lately, all I dream about is war. In about a third of my dreams, there's artillery shelling, and in the rest, it's all paperwork, moving, arguments with contractors, and other nonsense. Now, it's both, and with Ment too.