9th Company Page #7

- They killed the Captain!

- Any of the officers alive?

Any one?

Company! Attention! Engag...

Allahu Akbar!

- Approaching!

- Company! Bear for action!

Come here!

Sparrow! Chougoun! Target the center!

The center!

- Don't let them get any closer!

- Allahu Akbar!

How many of you bastards are there?

Listen, guys! Time for hand-to-hand!

Allahu Akbar!

It's no use. There's nobody.

Don't waste the flairs.

We might need them later.

Sooner or later they should come,

since we haven't contacted them all day.

- Seryoga.

- Ah?

Why are they using machine-guns now?

They must have run out of mortar.

But they've got plenty of RPG's.

They're saving it for our convoy.

They don't wanna waste it on us...

yet...

Hey, Russians! Come out.

We let you live!

I'm cold... cold...

Hang in there for a little while...

It won't take long...

Our troops will come soon...

The choppers will come here...

They'll take you...

to Tashkent...

It's safe there... warm...

and a nurse in a gown...

- How long have we been sitting here?

- Three hours.

They'll start it again soon.

Get down!

- They're throwing grenades!

- Khokhol!

Kurbashy! Kurbashy, over here!

They shot Khokhol!

Kurbashy!

Allahu Akbar!

Sparrow! Crawl over here!

Crawl over here, Sparrow!

Go! Vova, go!

Vorobyev, go!

Chougoun! Get back!

Chougoun. Easy. Easy.

Sparrow!

- Anyone alive?

- Here!

Guys, any Ghosts left?

- None on this side!

- All clear here!

You bastards!

Bastards! I hate you!

Enough! It's over! Enough already!

Are there any officers left?

- Are there?

- No!

Attention everyone!

Count off from the far end!

In order!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six.

Seven.

Gather whatever ammo is left.

I've got two grenades.

I got half the magazine

and two hand grenades.

We're finished. It's barely

enough to fight off one attack.

- They're getting restless.

- They'll be coming soon, we're done.

Company, bear for action.

Attention.

VDV...

Forward!

Our choppers!

Comrade Colonel...

...the 9th Company has

accomplished the mission.

The convoy may pass now.

There will be no convoy.

We're leaving.

Comrade Colonel. The height is ours.

The convoy may now pass.

Can you hear me, son?

Why have you been off the air?

Why was there no radio contact?

Can you hear?

Afghanistan, Chaugani, February 9, 1989

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We were leaving Afghanistan.

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We, the 9th Company, won our war.

Back then, we didn't know

many things yet to come.

We didn't know that, two years later,

the country we'd fought for would vanish.

That wearing medals of a non-existent

country would become unfashionable.

We didn't know that Lieutenant Dygalo

would stay on in active service...

and his bootcamp would be re-deployed

somewhere under Tula...

...that he would die of a stroke a year

later during a night forced march.

We didn't know that Snow White and her

mother, along with other families...

would stay in the abandoned military

camp on the Afghan border...

and vanish...

We didn't know that the new life

would ruthlessly toss us around...

some to the very top...

and some to the very bottom...

Back then, we didn't yet

know any of those things...

We didn't even know that...

in the rush of withdrawing the huge army,

they'd simply forgotten us...

on that far height...

We were leaving Afghanistan.

The 9th Company.

We...

We won.

Based on real events

that took place on January 8, 1988,

in the Khost Province, on Height 3234

In memory of my Father.

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