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September 30 20XX

Capt. Price Leon.


Shock troopers 1st division
Activity report. Tivlev city.
To headquarters
During my turn, at 2:30 am of September 30, we moved a force in Tivlev city, later
few hours we see a lot of causalities like citizens and military. As our orders to
evacuate civilian people and lead wounded in a safe place, we dont know which
are citizens and which are military, because many of them has weapons and our
translator, Mr. Spilman was killed two days ago in a skirmish and only hear
screams and painful scenes like mother and children dead along the street is
shocking. According to our informants, Russian troops were standing about 20 km,
but that did not allow that their guns were available to this city. But, near a
damaged house, we see a lot of bodies, at beginning I suppose what all of them
was civilians, but later an examination I saw all the bodies, probably 20 are
Russian soldiers, so that would give us an idea a frontal combat was in the city.
Something that cause my curiosity was that in front of the house, had phone
hotline, and after about 100 meters, the corpse of a spetnatz sniper, the Russian
military elite in question. 21 Russian death, Im wondering how or who are the
brave for this achievement.
Later an inspection we found in a house 3 bodies, one, like a 30 years man, with
an osetian army insignia, had serious bullets so I guess he bled to death.
The other body a female like 20 or 25 years old, was in an improvised bed made
with wood holding in his left hand a puppet. Something sad because, younger and
beauty, and suddenly her life cut offvery sad but the most important and the
reason for made this report, a body, the third in the house. What difference
between the others? Easy, he was neither Russian nor native, for their Latin
features and after seeing their belongings... Alex Garcia.
What doing a Latin in a conflict like this? In his right hand an mk12, who was
disptched in tests and in left hand a kind of book? Unfortunately, most of the sheets
are covered in blood but some of them catch my attention. And thanks for this men
we know what happened.
I hope return the book when I returned to America because thats the will of Alex.
And for further information or report, I attach a copy of the leaves protruding by
photo.

Best regards at your service


Cap. Price Leon

September 28

As dawn began to kiss the sky, the heavens were painted a crimson red, tainted by
the blood that had been spilled and the streets marshy with blood are in the city. I
write this because I dont expected survive, it was two days of savage fighting and I
dont know what happened in Tivlev downtown. Dimitri has died, he saved me of a
sniper yesterday and he stayed with me at the end. He was an osetian partisan
and when I arrived to tivlev, he was the only in take care and training me. He
disliked when speaking English and just few word in Russian I could practice with
him.
First day, sleeping in sodden beds, wrapping our hands around the cold, steely
embraced of our weapons. My first night without sleep, the short stories about life
before Russian invasion lead me alert all night. Thats how I remember that.
Now Im alone and I dont want to go outside I heard shoots and bombings around
the city. I will try to sleep and keep the line, like Dimitri says. I still astonished how
far I came. I clutched the small photo of my family, a single tear beginning to roll
down my cheek as I pondered whether I would ever see them again. For people
like me, stay here tend not to live long, and when I saw his faces astonished for
look a Latin fighting.
The smell of burning gun-powder hovered in the air and drowned my nostrils as I
waited at the window alone. I was waiting for my turn to shoot that bastards who kill
Dimitri. By this time, the frosty air of night turned my rifle into a lollipop and I saw
outsidea thick grey smog covering the Tivlev streets with the silence at first
place. If God permits, it will write tomorrow.

September 29 daylight

I woke up by the sound of bullets outside on the street, I take position shot quickly,
suddenly I heard cries of pain and sounds by other people, perhaps are ordering
something. My skin turns cold, and I was scared, i ran to hide in the attic, but I
dont even have time to save anything and wait, what will happens.
Later an hour, I heard steps inside the house, I refill my weapon and inside the attic
I just wait for the person or something approaches.
Ready to fire, a girl look into the attic, her eyes, blue like the sea, opened when she
saw the gun.
-Izbinitie!-,-ia ist osetskiI put down the gun, I knew that words, she was an osetian civilian, that was the
only words I learned by Dimitri.
Slowly, she put his hands up, but later a signal, I tell her dont have any problem. I
dont speak fluently Russian but with only see his face she must knew I dont be
part of the Russian army, and that trust and calm I still remember.
I offered some water of my canteen, and she drink all the water. Later with some
hand sights I tell her were can she hide. Our silent conversation break off for
shooting and some mortar shots. She covered down a bed, and I, walking
downstairs see outside whats going out. My surprise an entire tank division was
approaching to the town. Suddenly I was no reaction, ii was scared because if the
tanks reach the town, we are lost. The only thing I do, as hide and see for some
munitions and food. I ran so fast to a stationary shop, two blocks ahead. When I
arrived, I look for something, just two cans of beans.
I need to hurry up, before the tanks reaches the city, I returned to the house, and
for an instant a rain of bullets down on the house. I covered up, and began to
shoot, really I still dont know which or who I shoot, but in that instant, the only thing
is shoot and dont be fired. Only crawling I could enter in the house.
The shootings during two hours, and I could shot anything, I ran to the attic to see
my newest friend. She doesnt stay inside. I look for her and when I heard a
scream I suppose the worst, but when I go up, in the main hall, I saw her
screaming and saying something. The only thing I do was take down for not shot
and carrying her to the next bedroom.
When I put down the bed, she screaming something, babushkanasdraI could
understand that. The only thing that I occurred to me was tie her to the bed and
trying to calm down but I hear voices and my surprise when I go to the hall was
seeing, outside the window, four soldiers, I thing so fast and I fire my weapon. They
down quickly. They are my first victimsbut later I remember the tanks, and if the
others saw the bodies, certainly they know someone are at house. I go down and
one by one, I hide the bodies, outside the street.
When I saw his faces, I wondering if they fought by one idea or they forced to do.
His families, his wife and sons, many questions invaded me.

September 30 a goodbye
I wrote this. Maybe this is my last words. Yesterday at the end of ide the Russian
bodies. I entered into the house and go down the attic. I set free the girl and give
some water. Later few minutes I introduce myself:
-ia, Alex-, with hands sightsinvite her to tell me her name.
-ia, Elena- and more relaxed she gave me a hug.
It was the first time when I fell a real hug, and some tears down my check again.
Later a silence, I go up with her to the main hall and we sit for dinner. The two cans
of beans, and when I open, she put something at table, a puppet, that detail
caused me shy, she in the worst moment, have a preoccupation for a puppet. In a
gentle courtesy, I gave some beans in a spoon to the puppet, she laugh and tell me
something. We started to eat, that was the first meal enjoyable between that
miseries.
When we finished to eat she gave me a piece of paper and kiss me, her lips so soft
makes me forget everything. Later she goes to the bedroom, I follow her and when
she looked me again I heard a thunder, and like slow camera, her face turned
down and sad, she felt and a red point in his dress starting seeing.
She was shot, in a rage, I started to shot, and the response was the same but the
shots was very strong, so I souposed was a sniper, and later, yes he was a sniper.
The first I do later, was stop the bleeding of Elena, even the sniper continues
shooting, and calming down Elena because the blood dont stop. I ran room by
room carrying her avoiding the bullets. Finally I get in the attic, but Elena was
death. I felt so angry and sad for dont do anything and the worst, dont look for the
enemy, I blame myself for that happened, but my blame disappeared when I heard
the voices of many men.
I set Elena on my back again and put in the bedroom. Later with the munition I
have, decide to fight. And one by one, every man who decide to enter the house
pay with his life that. I moved like a cat inside the house, I just only hear voices in a
Russian who says: granata! Or prasiviene smiert!
my lucky dont be the good, I dont have a count of the causalities but when the rifle
ran out of munition and charge the last package of munition, I felt how my sweat
down from my face. I have the only goal to kill that bastard. But I could see him. I
know he is outside and I want to go outsidebut too late he found me and a bullet
cross my arm. I stay here, alone again, with a bleeding and no hope.
I wrote this before I died, I want to anyone who can find this gave this book to my
family, and tell them I loved so much, my mother, my father to all.
Maybe that is not a good way to say goodbye but I take advantage even he dont
see me. Many minutes has been the last fire, I dont exacted he ran away. So this
is my last chance and my last cartagemy last wish

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