He'd been questioned so much by intelligence his patience was thin and temper mean. They'd asked him a zillion questions about all sorts of things and made an attempt to make Lieutenant Smirnov look bad. Morozov had finally grown mad at the men questioning him and ran them from his room. They're a bunch of damned paper pushers and not a one of them has ever been shot at. Any combat soldier knows at times there is nothing you can do but die, he thought as he moved and then winced from pain. Suddenly he heard a loud voice, “Taras, you lazy bastard, what are you doing in bed?” “I needed a short nap.” he replied as he met the blue eyes of Master Sergeant Stas Fedorovo. The Master Sergeant walked to the bed, pulled a pint of vodka from his coat and slipped it under the mattress. Smiling, he asked, “Are they treating you well? And, what are the extent of your injuries? I heard you were the only survivor of your squad, but how can that be?”
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