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An infantry Company of Soviet soldiers are permitted a short reprieve from their seemingly unending march across the open steppe under the gaze of the oppressive mid-day sun. These men are slowly approaching towards their jump off positions for the coming offensive and there is little doubt that this short intermission in the shade of a row of BM-13N rocket launchers will be the last break they will have for a long while. Some fall unto the grass and instantly enter the realm of sleep, some catch a breath long overdue and others simply seem to have lost their minds laughing and joking about how they must have gone mad for once believing they walked places for the fun of it.

Day and night we march across the frontier nothing but dust from our marching boots.
No reason to look forward, there is no sight to see just the same scenery.
We tell ourselves this is nothing , the hunger, the thirst, but soon nothing seems worse then this.
A sullen beat created by the boots of the men on the long march.
God help us to keep our minds our own and our feet under us.

Description
An infantry Company of Soviet soldiers are permitted a short reprieve from their seemingly unending march across the open steppe under the gaze of the oppressive mid-day sun. These men are slowly approaching towards their jump off positions for the coming offensive and there is little doubt that this short intermission in the shade of a row of BM-13N rocket launchers will be the last break they will have for a long while. Some fall unto the grass and instantly enter the realm of sleep, some catch a breath long overdue and others simply seem to have lost their minds laughing and joking about how they must have gone mad for once believing they walked places for the fun of it.

Day and night we march across the frontier nothing but dust from our marching boots.
No reason to look forward, there is no sight to see just the same scenery.
We tell ourselves this is nothing , the hunger, the thirst, but soon nothing seems worse then this.
A sullen beat created by the boots of the men on the long march.
God help us to keep our minds our own and our feet under us.