Well, Lech. Let's go watch for a beer. I got the stipukha today. Why laugh then.

Forced generals do not command. At the outpost, the captain - the king and god! And so my pension is captain. You can not stretch out your legs, but you can’t even walk widely. So stipuha. Live and get a century like a student.

Yes, I myself today only a mug, no more. I am eager to go to Nina, throw a couple of sticks. And therefore you need another bottle of Champagne and a box of chocolates that are better to buy. Without this, it will not work. Dubin you are a stroosovaya! I will succeed, but Ninka does not. A woman has an orgasm only after a good gift appears. Usek, puppy zadunaisky. Duty passed? Well, then moved ...

So I read today the tales of a woman. Her last name is still very interesting. Yes, that's not the point. I remembered one story here. And to myself, too ... Nothing, I short. I will not long snot on the glass smear.

The point in the first world was. Yes, do not fuck neigh. What the hell witness. My bati and the project was not.

In general, on the Marne or around Sedan, the point is not the point. The front stabilized tightly, the troops began to dig in the ground, but for reconnaissance it is not sugar and honey. Intelligence is what?

Right. Eyes and ears. Competent you, however. Intelligence also legs.

Intelligence, also need to deliver. Radio communication at that time, on a large scale, was not by itself. And intelligence data through the front dragged the coherent. This is where it all begins.

In the regimental intelligence reports, he was referred to as Jarvin Grau. Across the front line, they walked along with the Silent Corporal. As the name of the Silent Corporal does not know, he was not supposed to be nicknamed by position. The silent corporal called his partner Järvi and took care of him in every possible way.

There was also Hauptman. From former teachers. And like all teachers - a big bore. In the evenings, he sat down beside Järvin and began "an endless complaint about life." He complained that his Frau Lotta was walking with the shopkeeper. He complained that he could not get a short-term vacation and fill the face of this red-haired cattle, which zakosil from the front hiding behind a lime hernia.

Jarvin Grau closed his eyes and occasionally nodded, pretending to be listening. Well, fuck whether vacation. He has been on the front for more than a year, and he has never been in a dismissal.

More than a year, on the front it is by any measure “to hell”. And not only in the first world. The life expectancy of a platoon less than three months, and the private, from offensive to offensive.

It is not harmful to dream, the guys were released to the rear, even to a soldier’s brothel, even if they were fired. And he - "not allowed"! And yet, many brothel and women were on the drum. Maybe because of the nerves, for many, it is not that he did not stand, did not rise at all. And then they just fought to pig squeal and went to beat the face to the sappers, and to everyone who turned up the arm.

So, about the Silent Corporal. At the beginning, the front line was not a line. So, one misunderstanding. Rare strongholds, but a little spines. Then they went together. And the Silent Corporal taught him intelligence. Then the French began to dig solid trenches, to equip machine-gun nests and shot down the corporal corporal. He got to his own, but he no longer went to the rear of the French. Because without a stick I could not walk. He always met Jarvin in the first trench and accompanied the scouts to the dug-out. Other soldiers also knew about Järvin, but they were strictly forbidden to talk to him and even look in his direction. The second ban was valid at the time of transition. Niht Schissen, so Jarvin leaves or returns. And the guns went silent.

Oh, this German pedantry. The French are not fools, either, and for this “not to shoot,” they spotted Yarvin. And he, by that time, had pretty annoyed them. The artillery of the dear Kaiser worked so methodically and accurately on reconnoitered targets that the best counterintelligence of the French concentrated on this section of the front.Resident they would get the hell, and therefore focused on Jarvin.

And he spat on them from a high tower! Once, returning, he even went to the field kitchen of the French. It was interesting, do they really eat frogs? Like hell, it smelled like boiled beef and pasta. Jarvin even thought about joking the chef. Utyagat a piece of it more. For this, and the cook does not need to scare. It would be enough skill to obtyapat all unnoticed. Only it is impossible. There’s a lot of stuff in intelligence, not even a joke. Especially since the French have completely removed the roof. Recently, they began to scatter various delicacies. Even toss them over the wire fence. One burdock from the third company even bought it. He quietly ate such fresh, pinkish sausages and, it seems, threw back his hooves. Village.

Yprit from the authorities on these damn French is not enough, or something!

And then there are dogs. Another French trick.

Looks like they took it seriously.

He heard their barking, but until the last moment he hoped to leave. Did not work out. It's good that everything happened in the bushes in the swamp, and the arrows did not keep up with the dogs.

With the first he did away in silence and quickly. But I didn’t have time to meet the second one. I had to tinker.

The regimental doctor sewed him up without anesthesia, often mentioning the "shayze." It was painful and incomprehensible, whether it was about French shit, or about him, about Jarvin, who delivered an unscheduled job to an eternally drunk doctor.

It turned out that the injury also has positive aspects. In addition to the stripes for injury, of course.

Hauptman stopped bothering with his revelations, and brought a divorced schnapps! Jarvin could not bear schnapps, but had to drink. And with unaccustomed him zaoroshlo. De yet how!

And the Silent Corporal nevertheless achieved for Jarvin, as for the most valuable agent, a vacation, and they went to the rear. Silent corporal acted clearly not disinterestedly, because they went straight to a nearby farm, and "indulged in rampant rampant and debauchery." That is, Silent corporal carried out rampant and debauchery, and Yarvin lay more in the chosen hayloft and watched the life of a large court. And drank plenty of milk. Wounds ached a bit.

In the evening, Silent Corporal, in a businesslike manner, sat on Frau Martha's wide bed, and when she finished her household chores, she took her in his arms. Strong thighs and wide ass of the Silent Corporal were balanced by the same good farm in the front, so soon Frau Marta began to moan and howl in the skilled hands of the serviceman. And he turned out to be not so silent at all. He whispered mouth-watering greasiness into her burning ear and, finishing again, grunted with pleasure.

Moreover, in the afternoon he got into the habit of squeezing his master's daughter in the hayloft. I squeezed her gorgeous boobs, clambered demanding hand under the skirt. The girl, for some reason, always turned out without pantaloons, and soon his wet fingers were swarming between the fleshy labia. Jarvin even liked to watch his chum bring her to orgasm. The only thing he wanted was to look closer, as the Silent Corporal would break the virginity of this chick.

And waited. Silent put her ass to the place where, as always buried in the hay, lay Jarvin. And he began to "start it." Smooth, elastic ass was in full view. A pal Yarvin tried with might and main. He even licked the devin's crotch, completely in French. With whom you lead and pick up. Yarvin expertly appreciated the advances of the Silent Corporal. That's right, that's our way.

Being brought up to standard, the girl made a throaty uterine sound “Wooh ...”, and Silent, just in case, thrust lace panties into her teeth. And he did the right thing. She, turned out to be like her mother, with a hefty scream. And the Silent Corporal could no longer restrain himself, and in one fell swoop he drove. And he began to pump up. He worked as a hardworking peasant, earnestly, changing the rhythm. And finished three times. Without taking out. Right. Kaiser soldiers desperately needed.

They left the farm, and from the Silent Corporal smelled of smoked bacon, milk and women. Jarvin ...