id: 363
name: Afghan
author: BTRAnon
date: 19th April 2021
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Why did I have to come to this god forsaken land? I can only think of my family back at home in Kiev. The hum of the rotors is there only keeps reminding me of what I left behind. 
I remember that we didn’t always have to fly this high. But recently the dushman have been using missiles to down our helicopters. Just a few days ago, I lost a good friend of mine when his Mi24 was shot down. I just want to leave this land behind. I just want back to my warm apartment, my cozy bed, and Back to the waiting arms of the woman I love.

Yeltzen was staring out the window. He seemed only half awake and lost in thought. His camo was dirty and covered with mud, while his hands were obscured with dry blood. His AKS now lacked the tourniquet that once that one sat wrapped  around the battle worn triangle stock. Nobody was sure of what he was thinking. Nobody really wanted to know. Here you keep your thoughts to yourself. 
The mountains below seemed so peaceful, at least until a streak of light shot up from one of the many snow covered peaks.