The story so far:
"Chapter 1: My Beginning" -> "Chapter 2: Dr. Raidenovich" -> "Chapter 3: KGB Training"
Chapter 4: The Unjust War
by Cloud2036
I was 25 and fresh out of training when they told me that my first assignment would be to assist them in the Afghan-Soviet war. I can’t say that I was ready for this but I had confidence in myself and my comrades. We were traveling in a military truck out to an untold destination; as we traveled we would switch trucks every 80km to confuse any prying spies. In the truck I sat back with my hat over my eyes; not sleeping but thinking and preparing for what lay ahead. Out of an impulse I announced my name to my comrades. I knew none of them except Petrov. There were three others besides us two.“Olga Gurlukovich,” I announced.“Denis,” a light haired man with a boyish look.“Levi,” bright eyes, he always wore an empty smile.“…” the last one didn’t reply. He had pitch black eyes and seemed to be staring into nothing. Then he looked at me and said, with a voice that made my skin crawl, “A name is nothing in war. After a week no one has a name. When you die here you may be known as one of the few women to make it into Spetsnaz Group Alfa. But if you die and everyone knows how you are, you’ll be known as the lucky harlot, who died never knowing she was the mistake of the KGB.”I was very taken aback. “I understand…so I’ll just have to live through this one.”“We’ll see,” he said and was silent the rest of the trip.When we arrived at the base we were given fairly simple orders, “Kill as many as you can. You’re KGB Alfa follow your own rules and we’ll radio you any further instructions.”“What about shelter? Will we sleep in the battle grounds?” Petrov said, out of place as he usually does.“Yes, use whatever you can find. Buildings, trucks, a tree anything! I thought you KGB were trained to be able to survive through hell.” The commander, what ever his name was, was very aggravating, and Petrov was annoyed.“You haven’t seen hell like we have! You think you’ve seen your battles? We’ve seen the face of death and your petty squabbles that you call fights are noth-” At that point the man who did not give me his name grabbed Petrov and held him. Then he looked at the man and said:“What equipment will we be given?”The commander walked over to five bags that were on another table. “You will be given Soviet rations for food and 6 canteens for water. There is a flat mat provided for you to sleep on. As for weapons you will be given an Ak-47 as your main assault rifle. Then you will be equipped a Makarov as your sidearm. You will be provided plenty of ammunition but feel free to find guns and ammunition in the battle grounds.”“When do we leave?” I asked trying my Arabic for the first time.“How fast can you get dressed?”We put on our fatigues and mounted on our bags and equipment. We were transported literally into the middle of an active battlefield. They dropped us off and drove away as fast as they could. Me and Petrov ran behind a standing wall and put our bags to rest there. “We’ll come back for these after things have cooled down,” he looked at me with a gaze like I’ve never seen. He was ready to kill and it showed.“Right” I picked up my Ak and left everything else there. After practicing a few movements I decided that it would be better if I removed my fatigue top. I did and was much more mobile. I peeked around the corner and for the first time I saw what was around me. There were bodies everywhere. Some of them soldiers and some were women and children. Children so small and young, I looked and saw one was still alive but lay dying. Then in the distance I saw the un-named man, he also abandoned his fatigue top. He was shooting and, knowing him, he probably was hitting his target. Petrov grabbed me to him.“Here,” he gave me a pineapple grenade; I hadn’t seen one since training. “I know you’re strong, but if you find yourself in a situation that you can’t escape use this.” I understood what he meant he didn’t want to say it but he was afraid I was too weak. But he had a good heart so I took it. I took my Ak on to my shoulders and went around the wall without a word.I could hear the violence, the screams, and the cries. I never imagined it would be this bad. War, I deducted from there on, should never be sought. We were there for what I’ve now confirmed to be 8 months. Every few weeks we would get a radio transmission asking if we had enough supplies. They sent rations and water and ammunition. We all stayed in a destroyed building together; except Denis, he died in month 6. The un-named man told me his name was Sergei. He was a good guy and I’m friends with him even today. He taught me combat techniques and we learned group formations and ran our drills whenever we weren’t fighting. We advanced into a new area just about every 4 days. Sergei got me into the habit of counting my kills. I was horrified one day when I realized that I had killed 34 men.As the years passed my kill count went into the thousands. I wanted to feel terrible about what I was doing but I didn’t seem to mind. That scared me dearly. We were three years in when things got worse. The war had been going fine, or I guess you could call it that, but Petrov had been shot in the shoulder. We got the bullet out and at that point realized they never gave us any medical supplies. I sat beside Petrov while Sergei went on with his angry ranting.“What kind of crap is this?! They send us on this death mission with almost nothing to begin with! And now we have a man down. I bet they expect us to leave him behind; or do they think we don’t get shot? We’re not super-humans” He went on and on.“I can’t get through on the radio either.” Levi walked in calmly. He was always calm, even in battle. I never saw fear in his eyes, there was no life in him; he was almost soulless. Killing, to him was just another thing that needed to be done. I was disturbed with him at first, but later we became friends. I sat there next to Petrov and felt helpless. I needed to figure out something. “In the town nearby, there is a hospital, right?”Sergei looked at me almost as though he knew what I was planning. “We’re not supposed to advance to the next town for another two weeks.”“We won’t be able to go anywhere until Petrov gets better,” I took a slight pause to let Sergei think, Petrov groaned in pain and turned over next to me; “If I go alone we will have less of a chance at being caught.”
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