9th Company Page #5

In war, some get killed,

others get rich.

Comrade Lieutenant, is it true

that we go into combat in 3 days?

Not combat, just a combat patrol.

Our objectve is to secure a defensive

position on a ridge, protect our convoys.

Is that all?

That's all.

You thought it was Stalingrad here?

Convoy, go!

What a monumental dude!

He should be cast in bronze.

- Kagraman!

- What?

Kag-ra-man!

That's what the Mujahideen call him.

Means "wicked giant".

Our commander is one of a kind

in the whole Afghanistan.

Was up 3 times for decoration

as Hero of the Soviet Union.

But each time he'd get drunk and

beat some brass hat back home.

So, they can neither court-martial him

nor award him his stars now.

- Afanasy, what are they?

- The green. The Afghan army.

F***ing allies.

Nothing's worse than

working with them.

They run away as soon as it gets hot.

You think they're covering your flank,

but you find them 3 kilometers behind.

Once we got encircled by the enemy

because of these a**holes.

- Where is the Mujahid territory?

- Right behind this checkpoint.

There they are.

They say "Shuravi (Afghan name for Soviets)

is our friend and brother."

But at nightfall, they dig out their guns.

Then Allahu Akbar and all that other sh*t.

So don't be in a hurry to get into action.

You'll get it anyway.

I'm sure you already made a bet

who'd be the first to kill a Ghost.

Yes, we did.

- What's the prize?

- A pack of Marlboro.

Make that two!

And who won the bet in your unit,

Comrade Lieutenant?

Samylin was the first to kill a Ghost.

Also was the first to fly back in a coffin.

Whatever pieces were left of him, that is.

Outpost at Anava, Day 164.

There are the savages.

.

.

The Frontier Garrison.

We'll just drop off some ammo

and food, then move on.

- Is it gonna tag along?

- Of course.

- And when it grows big?

- I'll take it back home.

- And eat it?

- I'm not them Koreans.

- Bite him.

- Will this work?

It'll work. Misha.

Fermented yet?

C'mon, Seryoga, with this sun,

it's like Crimean wine.

Let's get 5 liters.

Give the boys a real treat.

- So, guys, welcome shots?

- All right.

- Look, what do girls wear now?

- It's been 6 months since he was home.

- Dresses and jeans.

- I know it's not armor and helmets...

I'm asking what kind of dresses.

Describe in detail, ok?

This past summer, they wore skirts,

all see-through...

against the sun, you can see

everything.

There she walks... with legs like those

of a weight-lifter... and she still wears it.

- This short?

- No, a bit longer...

and wider...

flying in every direction.

A little breeze, and they all

catch at their fly-up skirts.

What about Gorbachev... I've been

listening to the radio...

I don't get a thing... this "perestroika"

and all... what do people say?

Will you ever shut the f*** up?

Can you see I'm talking here?

So, she's walking in that skirt...

waving to and fro... to and fro...

- Yeah.

- Walking just like that?

- Walking just like that.

- I'll be damned.

How long have you been sitting here?

- A year and a half.

- 15 months.

Listen, I can count without your help,

you filthy Khokhol.

We should eat sh*t with you,

you'll just keep our mouths shut.

Quit calling me Khokhol.

Look who's talking, half-ass mountain jerk.

Just barely climbed down the tree,

seeing the toilet for the first time.

- Now you've pissed me off, I'm gonna...

- Calm down! Hands off.

Quiet down. Let us better have a drink

to demob. Break it off!

Moscow time is 22:00 hours. We begin

our listeners' request program!

So, guys, up for some shooting practice?

Hush, hush.

Keep your heads down.

Hey.

- Hey, guys.

- Hey.

- Are they up there yet?

- Yup.

- How many of them?

- Five. Or six. Can't tell.

Above the Turtle, 30 meters

left to the Big Tooth.

Right under the Elephant.

There they are.

Dear listeners, make yourselves

comfortable by your radio sets.

Looks like it's five of them.

Ahmed.

- Ahmed, is that you?

- Lyosha! As-Salamu Alaykum, my friend!

Ahmed, you still alive,

you damned sh*t eater?

You trashbag whore, f***ing fart sniffer!

I'm gonna be killing you now!

Lyosha, me your guts cut,

your throat strangle!

Me your mother "fuk", your father "fuk"

brother, sister "fuk"!

Your "dik" hasn't grown yet...

Fire.

And now your favorite tune by AC/DC!

Get that goin'.

They are retreating.

This ends the listeners' request program.

Until we meet again. Let's go, boys.

Freeze! Freeze! Freeze!

Lyosha?

Volodya.

Volodya. Salam, Volodya.

Are you Ahmed?

Ahmed, yes.

Me go soon. You is wait not long.

Much soon.

You live Tashkent?

Papa, mama - Tashkent?

- Krasnoyarsk, Siberia.

- Oh, cold.

You has girl in Siberia? You love?

- How name?

- Olya.

- Olya? Pretty?

- Yes, very.

Me too has pretty Fatima.

Love very much.

- Your bride?

- Yes, bride. Next village.

Bride, wife, to love.

Volodya.

Me go.

Soon, to go.

Volodya.

Volodya.

Volodya.

- Did you shoot?

- How did he get here?

These Ghosts got some nerve

to come here like this.

- Sneaking up in broad daylight.

- It's Ahmed.

- Hey, Gramophone, it's your pal!

- Really? Lemme see his ugly mug.

He killed three of our own. A**hole.

Congrats on your first one.

Cut a notch on your butt now.

It's yours, Sparrow!

Farewell, dear friend.

We will never see you again.

But your memory will carry on

in our hearts forever.

Let's go, guys.

Convoy! Stop!

Unload! We've arrived.

The train has reached its final destination.

Please clear the cars.

Watch out for the rock.

Careful.

Take my hand.

Secure your position on the height!

Secure your position on the height!

Come here.

One. This is Niner.

One. This is Niner.

We're in position.

Freeze! Two steps back!

You think it a promenade with your girl, idiot?

Can't you watch your steps?

You see? It's a Petal.

The most foul mine of all.

One of ours.

The Ghosts don't have these.

What we sow is what we get blown up on.

You step on it,

say good-bye to your feet.

Step back everyone.

Province Khost, Height 3234, Day 181.

Fetch another one.

Put it here.

C'mon.

C'mon.

I said put it over there!

Movement on the right!

Fire in the hole!

Hold your fire!

It's a friendly!

Salut, Comrade Captain!

Look, it's our Ryaba.

Guys, take the warrior.

The Frontier Garrison was attacked.

He's the only survivor.

Ryaba.

- One?

- One, affirmative!

- Two?

- Two, affirmative!

- One?

- One, affirmative!

- Two?

- Two, affirmative...

Brothers. Brothers.

- Brothers, I didn't mean to.

- What's up, Stas? A nightmare, huh?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

Get up, a**hole!

You know how it happens, huh?

They sneak in right here and

slay 30 of our boys!

They cut us one by one.

They cut us like this, Stas,

from ear to ear, like pigs...

...because of one motherf***er like you

who dozes off on watch, Stas!

This is not training, it's war!

You don't get grades! You get killed!

Take this piece of sh*t away!

- Vorobyev!

- Aye!

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