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Array ( [sid] => 4411 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => the execution [time] => 2002-09-29 07:20:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The Execution

Ivan 18 years old a Russian soldier born in
the ugly suburbs of Moscow now captured
by Chechen rebels, was told to bend down
on his knees and the cold muzzle of a pistol
was pressed at the back of his head. He was
paralysed and voices of the rebels sounded
as they were talking through cotton wool,
warm pee ran down his thighs. The pressure
eased and a voice said that they were not
going to kill him after all. Life surged through
Ivan’s veins and suddenly he felt ashamed that
he had peed on himself, as hope blossomed
and Ivan smiled they shot him dead, threw his
warm body down a latrine ditch; brutalised
laughter and cigarette smoke. When Russian
soldiers found Ivan they swore to do the same
and worse to the rebels and so wars go on one
grotesque act more senseless than the other, till
the enemy is dehumanised, vermin that deserves
to die. Compassion, this costly gift is only
reserved for fellow soldiers in the platoon.

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the execution

Contributed by Jan_Oskar_Hansen on Sunday, 29th September 2002 @ 07:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

The Execution

Ivan 18 years old a Russian soldier born in
the ugly suburbs of Moscow now captured
by Chechen rebels, was told to bend down
on his knees and the cold muzzle of a pistol
was pressed at the back of his head. He was
paralysed and voices of the rebels sounded
as they were talking through cotton wool,
warm pee ran down his thighs. The pressure
eased and a voice said that they were not
going to kill him after all. Life surged through
Ivan’s veins and suddenly he felt ashamed that
he had peed on himself, as hope blossomed
and Ivan smiled they shot him dead, threw his
warm body down a latrine ditch; brutalised
laughter and cigarette smoke. When Russian
soldiers found Ivan they swore to do the same
and worse to the rebels and so wars go on one
grotesque act more senseless than the other, till
the enemy is dehumanised, vermin that deserves
to die. Compassion, this costly gift is only
reserved for fellow soldiers in the platoon.

Copyright Â© Jan_Oskar_Hansen ... [ 2002-09-29 07:20:00]
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Re: the execution (User Rating: 1 )
by Moca on Tuesday, 5th November 2002 @ 03:14:59 AM AEST
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Raw, cold, violent picture you paint with the reality of what an execution would be- running through the minds of all involved. Interesting... I can almost feel the cold winter.

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