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heinrich55 -> RE: Niemirow AAR Sgt. Borosov & Little Sasha (7/10/2011 11:41:02 PM)
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Andre knows the story. Vannya and the Political Officer Storok have been at odds for a long time now. Vannya is playing with fire, but he has been lucky so far.
Storok is hated by all, except perhaps his aide Groty. The aide knows how to work the system and clings to Storok like a loyal sycophant.
Vannya adopted a stray dog that he found starving near camp. He fed and cared for the starving animal as he would a child. Storok made disparaging comments about the waste of food on the animal and Vannya’s unseemly lack of military behavior. Vannya ignored this, but should have heeded the warnings.
The dog was eating one day and Storok kicked at him. The dog snarled at Storok, who promptly drew his sidearm and shot the dog on the spot. He announced loudly that he would do the same to any soldier who failed to show proper respect. His toady Groty quickly disposed of the animal by throwing the carcass into the latrine.
Andre took Vannya aside and spent a lot of time calming him down. Vannya took the manner of execution hard as well as the disposal of his loyal animal. Andre thought things were over, but had underestimated Vannya.
About a month later Storok was reading inside his tent when he smelled something burning. He put down his book and stepped from his tent, seeing a bag on fire in front of his tent door flap. Instinctively he stomped on the burning bag to step the fire out and the bag splattered open. Excrement splashed onto his polished boots – the oldest trick in the book.
The camp was immediately writhing in suppressed laughter while Storok, face red in a paroxysm of rage and embarrassment, screamed he would execute the culprit, stamping his soiled boots on the ground while Groty crawled around them smearing the excrement in his frantic attempts to clean off the boots.
Andre smiled at the thought of it all. Storok was still hunting Vannya, although he had no proof, as yet.
“Vannya, you’ve been lucky so far. You’d be mindful to fear Storok more than the Germans,” he calls down to his gunner. This just evokes more laughter.
There is the sign, a flag from Malinov in the lead T-34.
“Move out slowly Petya,” Andre calls to his driver. In answer to his order, Little Sasha lurches gently forward. They are advancing.
Andre watches as the lighter BT-7 tanks accelerate away. How can anything stand against such might? he asks himself. Then he hears the crack of a gun. “Alert,” he yells down the hatch, “Anti-tank gun somewhere.” All levity ceases and eyes strain for a target.
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