---- 14th May 2013. 1830 hours. Selese hospital. ----
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"Let me get this straight: you say this was not PFLO work?" you asked your lieutenant. 
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"I'm afraid so, sir. Those villagers we found haven't seen anything, they were out of the village when the massacre happened, but the doctor saw everything. It was government troops. They attacked the place, killed every one of the Ukrainians, looted the hospital, then lined up the villagers and shot them. Our doc was visiting the Ukrainian barracks when mortar rounds started falling. In the fight he got hit by the sharpnel, and lost conciousness. I guess they thought he was dead."  
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"And rebels?" 
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"They came at least two hours later. They probably wanted to loot the hospital too. Guess they arrived too late."
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You felt angry, but hoped that your lietenant didn't notice. Now was not the time for their commander to throw a tantrum. 
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"Renegade government troops. . . get Command on the radio, now.  General Pietraszewski must be informed of this.".
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--- Two minutes later---------
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"Captain!" 
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Something was obviously wrong- you could see that on Lt. Kowalik's face.** 
"Corporal Marchewa is dead!"
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"What !?"
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"Somebody cut his throat!"
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You ran to the Star truck. Corporal Marchewa was sitting next to the VHF radio. As you climbed up the rear of the truck, you saw his back hunched over, indicating his head was lying at the desk. At first glance, it looked like he was sleeping. Your medic, Doctor Szczebielewicz, was already standing next to corpse.
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"What the hell happened?" you asked.
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"Somebody sneaked in on him and cut his throat. Judging by the dry bloodstains, I'd say this happened an hour or two ago. "
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"And the radio?" You know what you'd hear even before you asked.
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"I'm no expert , but I'd say that it was smashed to bits."
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This was really bad news. The radio was your only link with command - the rest of your comms equipment were purely tactical UHFs, short and medium range. None of them could get a signal at ranges greater than 30 kilometers. 
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Suddenly you heard an engine roar, then a loud crash, followed by a series of gunshots . You stormed outside with pistol in hand. One of the your Honker light trucks was slowly coming to a stop, about hundred meters of the village. Your soldiers were running towards it.
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"It was Mengesha!" shouted one of them, seeing you. "That dumb bastard took one of our cars and tried to make a run for it!"
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When you got to the Honker, Mengesha, one of your native guides, was already dead, hit in the back with 5.56 bullet. 
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"Oh, damn !" cursed one of your soldiers. "Captain, look!" He pointed at the horizon.
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Against a slowly setting sun, you saw the dust trails, some 8 or 9 clicks away. You reached inside the Honker and grabbed some binoculars. Then you looked again.  
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"It's tanks!" 