"…he felt a strong, paralyzing jerk around his calf – only later he heard a cannonade.
It bowled him over, and a pain restricted his capacity to act. Just begin taking
actions like during these bloody exercises – he thought. He immediately crawled
to the curtain. He intuitively torn of his <> from the vest.
Putting it on took him more time than he had expected. Blood, sand, a scruffy
uniform and an open tourniquet – these are only some factors which prolonged
actions. Finally it worked! It hurts like hell, as during exercises. I had gotten! – he
shouted and carefully leaning out behind the curtain, with weapon ready to shot,
searched the one, who – as it seemed to him – eliminated him from the fight... »
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