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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 8, 2005 21:18:59 GMT -5
Sakari is weirded out by the helicopter, and doesn't notice the bombers. Probably for the best.
I don't say anything about the topic, more enamoured with this conversation than a possibly invasion of a coffee house.
"Sure, but there are traditional socialists. I'd be a fool to say that I could escape all the pressures society places on us. I'm far from traditional, but there are comrades who fall into those roles. It's refreshing to see such revolutionary garb."
I get up, and refill my mug with hot water, and fix myself another cup of tea.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 8, 2005 21:20:48 GMT -5
"Oh well...thanks..." Cambridge looks down at the floor uncomfortably.
"Oh I didn't catch your name. I am Cambridge Brackenfield."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 8, 2005 21:23:18 GMT -5
"Well you are a nice girl, I like you as well. I don't have many female friends." Bassarov replies as they leave the cafe. He is still oblivious to the fact that she is infatuated with him, and even if he knew he doesn't know what he wants at this point in life. His mind is too focused on politics to worry about relationships.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 8, 2005 21:24:46 GMT -5
"I have been helping other terrorist groups, mainly since I want to tear down this society by any means possible, and sure, I'll go to Germany. It is unsafe for me here."
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Post by kasimir on Mar 8, 2005 21:28:21 GMT -5
Frigga stood and turned to Kasimir who nodded. Kasimir handed Heikki his gun. His finger was still in the trigger guard, the barrel pointed at Heikki. Kasimir looked in Heikki's eyes.
"What do you fear most?" Kasimir asked, his english thick.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 8, 2005 21:30:38 GMT -5
"Well I'm glad to be your friend." I say as we stand. "A lot of things don't make sense to me, maybe you can help me to understand..."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 8, 2005 21:31:00 GMT -5
In the back of the APC, it was as though everybody had lost the ability to speak, and were communicating with simple head nods, and long periods of awkward eye contact. Even Ivan, the one who told me to grow some balls, made eye contact with me in a somewhat apologetic sort of way, as though he were writing out his will. Foreign terrorists didn't phase us, but domestic ones did. No nationalist or patriotic outbursts, no small talk, nothing. Even the casual "can I bum a smoke?" had been translated to a simple form of sign language, involving only 2 fingers, and a smoking motion.
I would feel more secure if they told us we were fighting dragons, and gave us all bows and arrows. At least that way, I wouldn't have to worry about angry people popping out of random windows with automatic weapons, or homemade explosives. The memory of the Chechen war still weighs heavily on their minds, mine as well. Everyone knows someone who was lost in the conflict, and I can't help but feel that this is only throwing more oil onto the fire.
The vehicle slowly comes to a halt, and the men systematically pile out of the back, I'm buried among the ranks, clutching my assault rifle for dear life.
This is it.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 8, 2005 21:33:14 GMT -5
"I do not fear death or pain. My life is nothing. I fear...I fear...being sucked away from the security of my faithless life. I fear having something to believe in. I fear hope and love, the enticement of their illusions."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 8, 2005 21:36:19 GMT -5
"Sakari Lehtinen." Sakari replies, nodding his head and smiling, and his hands lazily but firmly situated in his pockets.
"Are you from Moscow?" I ask, casually.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 8, 2005 21:36:31 GMT -5
"I can do my best. Ask me anything." Bassarov replies.
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Cpt Price
Provisional Member
US Special Forces Soldier
Hooah
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Post by Cpt Price on Mar 8, 2005 21:36:46 GMT -5
USS Wasp
North Pacific Coast of Africa
Local time 0834
After debriefing, my team and I reluctantly return to our bunks in the lower decks of the carrier. Living on a naval ship was much different from an Army barracks, not to mention my own home with me wife. We started packing our gear because in one hour a chopper would be headed to France for us to catch the next flight to the States.
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When returned to the US, we were allowed a month's leave.
Hooah! I thought. Nothing could beat that!
I returned to my home in Oregon as soon as I could.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 8, 2005 21:40:50 GMT -5
"I am actually from Cambridge, England. I take it you are from Finland, Sakari."
"That isn't my real name...Cambridge..."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 8, 2005 21:41:04 GMT -5
As hard as I try I can only think of one thing, and it makes me nervous to ask... "Why... I mean what is so wrong with the world that all you ever think of is trying to change it?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 8, 2005 21:44:21 GMT -5
"There is plenty wrong with the world. War, poverty, disease... these are just the biggest things. I think it is hard to look at the world and say that everything is fine. Major change is needed."
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Post by kasimir on Mar 8, 2005 21:44:48 GMT -5
"We are the same, you and I." Kasimir stated flatly to the man. He turned to Frigga, who had already started walking.
"I fear the illusion of love more than anything..." He whispered to himself as he motioned at Heikki to follow.
It would be a long walk back to the station. Small talk was pointless, as he was a nihilist and didn't care.
Frigga sopped and turned to the two, who were behind her by a good distance.
"Let's hope we don't see any of your Russian friends again, Kasimir." She said rather loudly with a toothy smile. Kasimir simply continued to walk.
"She is not a nihilist." Kasimir said, not stopping to look Heikki. "Most of our numbers are not, they find uncaring unattractive at best."
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