For two weeks we have been sitting in the trenches. Volunteers gathered from all over the east. We drank Coca-Cola and had fun shooting jackals.
In the opposite, where were enemies trenches, some butthead turned Laskovyi Mai on.
"Laskovyi Mai sucks!" I shouted.
"Himself like that! You are bastard!" shouted back two painfully familiar voices.
In the evening, a platoon mullah approached me.
"Tomorrow at dawn, we're going to kick ass the Yankees," he said. "You will raise the warriors of Allah into battle."