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done, Master Sergeant.”
    He is a good Junior Sergeant, but he has a lot to learn about life before he is an excellent Junior Sergeant, Rusak thought and then sat in his hole.
    He pulled a flask of vodka, took a long pull and then thought, I want to see my Esfir, take her out to the theater and watch a musical. Then, a nice supper in a good restaurant, followed by a few drinks on the balcony of our apartment.
    They lived in a small apartment in Moscow and on his income they rented a better than average place. They had good meals and even had enough left over to enjoy a movie or theater once a month.  While in America, he was drawing additional pay, due to his access to classified information, assignment to the United States, and dangerous duty, which when combined was close to a 100% increase in his base pay. Esfir was instructed to bank the extra income so they'd have it when he retired.  Many Russians discussed the rubles fluctuating value, but Rusak figured he'd never leave the country so it's exchange rate didn't bother him at all.
    It was full dark now with the night sounds starting. First the crickets, then the whippoorwills and finally the tree frogs, were heard. Rusak glance upward and saw a million stars sparkling overhead, as if someone had take a handful of diamonds and threw them into the air. The temperature was in the mid-sixties, but he suspected over night it would get cool, and by morning he'd not be surprised to see frost.
    All went well until close to midnight, when one of the unit's machine-guns opened up on the left side. Jumping from his hole he ran for the gunner, still half asleep, with his mind functioning poorly. Before he could get to the gun, a loud explosion erupted and the blast knocked Rusak on his ass.
    Damn, that was not a grenade but a LAW, he thought as he moved to a foxhole that held a single soldier. His soldiers opened fire and different colored tracers zipped through the air, just above his head, as the Americans returned fire. He glanced at the sky, saw the clouds were gone and yelled, “Radio man!”
    The man ran to him, lay outside the hole and handed the handset to the Sergeant.  As he spoke with Base, they seemed irritated that he needed assistance. “Look Corporal, I need some flares out here, so I can see what I am up against, and I want them now!  Also, standby for a request for artillery fire.  Give me some light, numb-nuts, or the next time I return to the base I will beat your ass! I don't care who in the hell you have to ask!”
    A minute later the voice on the other end changed, “This is Colonel Sokol. What sort of assistance do you need, Master Sergeant? The Corporal lacks the authority to give orders for fire missions.”
    The Sergeant once again explained his needs and said, “I need the light now, sir, because I hear them moving toward us.”
    “The light is on the way, Rusak, and the artillery is here if you need it.  Be sure to get me a full body count.”
    Your damned body count might be of Russians, Colonel, he thought but said, “Yes, sir.”
    There came three loud pops and then the darkness turned as bright as day. It took a minute for the eyes of the Russians to adjust to the brightness, but once able to see clearly, a huge mass of men were moving toward them.
    “Base,” Rusak said, “I need some artillery mixed with white phosphorous 100 meters North of my position. Do you require me to resend my location?”
    “Have you moved since you called it in last?”
    “No, and I need the help now.”
    “On the way.” Colonel Sokol said.
    A few seconds later a loud whistling sound was heard and the first two rounds struck in the middle of the Americans with a boom.  Bodies flew apart or were thrown high into the air and screams were heard. Men were knocked over like bowling pins.
    “You're on target, keep it up!” Rusak yelled to be heard.
    Then white phosphorous started exploding, sending long white twisting fingers high into the air that reminded