This Little War Of Mine

Three - The Memory

Translation guide:
Mych' - Mouse
Svin'ya - Pig
Prosti menya - Forgive me
(These are based purely off what google translate tells me, and what I've learnt from various video games)

"ON YOUR FEET, COMRADES. THE CONVOY IS HERE!" The Officers screamed. "ARM YOURSELVES!"

"Sergei! Get the others! We do not leave without eachother."

"Da, brother!" Sergei put his hand on my shoulder. "Be safe, Dimitri."

"Da." I grabbed my rifle and slung it over my shoulder, filled my pockets with ammunition, and slid my B23R into its holster. My rifle was a modified AK-47. Standard issue. All six of us had our weapons painted in matte red. I had a second magazine taped to the equipped one, for a fast first reload

"Wh-what is happening? Where is everyone going?" asked Mych'. Poor kid. He was only 17. We all called him Mych' because of his size, as he wasn't the biggest lad around.

"A USCPF outpost, my friend. We will have it in our grasp by morning." I said. "Come, ride the truck with us."

"Dimitri! The others are here! Let's get moving, shall we?"

***

"FIND SOME COVER!"

I stood in awe at the sight of the outpost. This thing was a fortress. The Americans are not going to give this up so easily.

"Move yourself, Private Blinov! For the Motherland!" I did not need to be told twice. I quickly took cover behind a burnt out troop transport truck, next to Viktor.

"Three Uniforms on the other side of the low wall. Molotov on my mark, da?" We still used the phonetic alphabet, because Uniform was easier to say than USCPF.

"Agh, I was really looking forward to enjoying this." I said, unhooking a bottle of vodka from the inside of my jacket, and taking my lighter from my pocket.

The lighter was shaped like a rifle bullet, and had been given to me by my father before he died. He was a sniper for the Russian Army, in the Ukraine's fight for independence against Russia, and a damn good one too.

I lit the rag and waited for Viktor's mark.

"Now!" Our molotovs hit the top of the low wall and we heard the screams of the three American soldiers.

"Aha! Amerikanskiy svin'ya!" Viktor yelled at the three screaming soldiers. "Come, Dimitri. We are about to start firing flour bombs."

Flour bombs was our way of making White Phosphorus sound less deadly, and it threw the Americans off pretty well. White Phosphorus is an incendiary, and it ignites in the air.

The orders and screams of Generals from both sides filled the air. "BRING UP THOSE MORTARS! HOLD YOUR POSITIONS! FIRE ON MY MARK!" Captain Nevsky barked those orders for about five minutes before he actually gave the all-clear to fire.

"NOW!" All mortars had fired and the sound was deafening. The projectiles were supposed to explode mid-air over the outpost, and that's just what they did. The screams were unbearable. We had to wait for several minutes before we could set foot on more USCPF territory. The smell of burning flesh filled my nostrils, and I gagged a few times. The place had been left deserted. We really did a number on them.

There was the odd soldier who was barely clinging to life, so we put them out of their misery. They didn't need to suffer any longer.

Our rifles were down, but live. We checked the perimeter before moving on to the main building. Captain Nevsky stopped us before we reached the main entrance. "Pavel, take your boys to the armoury. Some of those dogs may still be hiding."