95bravo and his vacation time

[Cpt Courageous]

Bootie, I didn't recognize the remains of the once valiant Su-76. My mind's eye still has the picture of young Vladimir screaming as he crawled from the wreckage, both arms sheared off at the shoulders, using his chin to drag his lifeless body to safety. And of the old timer, Sergey the elder, hunched over the driver's controls, his body still smoldering, the hand drawn picture of his family done before the purge. These are the likenesses I take with me. Not some nicely modded, truly, version of Mother Russia's tool for freedom. And I will take that image, burned into my mind, along with the stench of thier dead bodies scorched into my once highly trained nostrils, and get revenge for thier deaths in the first old ladies home we come across in Berlin.