Post by Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko on Jun 9, 2010 21:39:07 GMT
Country: West Russia
Current Time:Early Morning
Weather Conditions: Very chilly and foggy
The town was small yet it hadn’t grown to the size of un-believe able size. Aristarkh wandered towards where the post was supposed to have been with some hot coffee and food along with a bit of supplies to make his welfare a bit better. Thoughts were filling his head about how much Aristarkh was beginning to hate war and all that surrounded him. Really ever since Aristarkh had been to his old home and met once again with his close cousin Aristarkh had felt a bit weird to be honest with you.
Aristarkh saw some smoke followed by a few people, Basicly smaller sized dots, moving around a little bit. There the post was just sitting there in the middle of no where. Well to be honest with you it wasn’t in the middle of no where, The post was really in the middle of a ghost town in the middle of no where. Great, Aristarkh thought to himself. He was beginning to over evaluate the whole situation and now he was getting even more nervous then ever.
The Post was speckled with a few soldiers that seemed to be hard working and Aristarkh didn’t want to have the high command be active. Aww that would hurt him a bit to much to have to actually do some work around the damned post. Aristarkh let out a little chuckle as he heard the ground rumble a bit. Turning around he noticed a small line of tanks grumbling and moaning down the weak and crumbling street.
Aristarkh focused onto the front of the tank. No body of personal dicent to him. Who cares though he could still get a ride to the so called command Post in the middle of no where. But wait was that somebody he knew on the second tank? Focusing in Aristarkh coughed and then stuck out his thumb. Maybe not, Aristarkh noticed as the tanks thumped to a fast and abrupt stop.
Three tanks and one had had the iniciative to stop for a stray soviet soldier on the side of the road. Aristarkh walked towards them and introduced himself ”Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko.” He scanned the second tank before hoping on and noticing a familier face. ”Nikolia?” A smile came acrossed his face.
Current Time:Early Morning
Weather Conditions: Very chilly and foggy
The town was small yet it hadn’t grown to the size of un-believe able size. Aristarkh wandered towards where the post was supposed to have been with some hot coffee and food along with a bit of supplies to make his welfare a bit better. Thoughts were filling his head about how much Aristarkh was beginning to hate war and all that surrounded him. Really ever since Aristarkh had been to his old home and met once again with his close cousin Aristarkh had felt a bit weird to be honest with you.
Aristarkh saw some smoke followed by a few people, Basicly smaller sized dots, moving around a little bit. There the post was just sitting there in the middle of no where. Well to be honest with you it wasn’t in the middle of no where, The post was really in the middle of a ghost town in the middle of no where. Great, Aristarkh thought to himself. He was beginning to over evaluate the whole situation and now he was getting even more nervous then ever.
The Post was speckled with a few soldiers that seemed to be hard working and Aristarkh didn’t want to have the high command be active. Aww that would hurt him a bit to much to have to actually do some work around the damned post. Aristarkh let out a little chuckle as he heard the ground rumble a bit. Turning around he noticed a small line of tanks grumbling and moaning down the weak and crumbling street.
Aristarkh focused onto the front of the tank. No body of personal dicent to him. Who cares though he could still get a ride to the so called command Post in the middle of no where. But wait was that somebody he knew on the second tank? Focusing in Aristarkh coughed and then stuck out his thumb. Maybe not, Aristarkh noticed as the tanks thumped to a fast and abrupt stop.
Three tanks and one had had the iniciative to stop for a stray soviet soldier on the side of the road. Aristarkh walked towards them and introduced himself ”Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko.” He scanned the second tank before hoping on and noticing a familier face. ”Nikolia?” A smile came acrossed his face.