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Southern Sardakistan, Elevation 10610 (3234), 3rd Company of the 55th People's Airborne Brigade, 1530 Sardakistan time

The hilltop position was more quiet than it usually was, with only the stuttering of the almost broken fans meant to keep the men cool heard throughout the encampment. Radios that normally played the favorite Kino tracks of the men were silent. Besides the stuttering fans, a helicopter would occasionally fly over, breaking the silence for a little bit until it was out of earshot. Instead, the men were scattered about in their defensive positions, keeping a watchful eye out over the convoy route their hill sits next to.

“So we’re leaving huh?” Dimitri asked, looking at his comrade sitting on the rock to the left of him.

“It sounds like it.” Sasha replied. “But to be honest, I’m glad we get to go home. I can’t stand another minute in this country, Dimitri.” He explained, inspecting his Dragunov while he did so.

“Well, doesn’t it just make you feel like everything we did here was pointless?” Dimitri asked him in a frustrated manner.

His comrade on the rock would step-down, kneeling next to Dimitri and pointing out towards the vast, mountainous, open landscape that was the south. “Do you see any buildings, paved roads, government forces, or airports with planes coming and going?” Dimitri looked at him, shaking his head. “Then who’s to say anything we did here was pointless if we haven’t even done anything of significance… besides establishing a well defended look-out point on a hill?” He turned to Dimitri, waiting for an answer.

“I- I guess you’re right.”

“Besides, they’ll give you a medal for performing your international duty that you can show your family when we get back.” He jokingly explained.

“I’m just mad I never got to kill a Muj’ like everybody else you know? How do I explain to my father that his son just sat around on a hill- '' Before he could finish what he was saying, he was interrupted by two men who had come to relieve him and his comrade of guard duty. Rotations continued on as usual, and the men stayed in their positions, for a possible attack by Mujahideen forces. Not too long ago, Company Commander Anton Vyacheslav, had received word from a nearby FOB that there was a small force of Mujahideen in the vicinity of the hill. Both commanders agree that it is nothing more than a probe force, or scouting party looking for effective positions to ambush the convoys as they pass through. Nevertheless, Vyacheslav had his men put on high-alert, and ready in their positions in-case of an attack or sighting with the Mujahideen. However such an attack never came, the only notable encounter involved two soldiers buying cigarettes from a local with a donkey cart. Although, other positions have received the order to begin following through with the exit plan, 3rd Company still remains on the hill with no new orders from Vyacheslav, or from commander of all forces within Sardakistan, General Mastaev.

Orders: Hold the hilltop at all costs.