On the way to this war, their group was searched several times. Local and federal services, some bandits and paramilitary groups.
Only once they were examined quite professionally and competently, but nothing suspicious was found, of course ... Bambus then experienced professional respect for those inspecting athletically built blondes. For their professionalism and for not extorting money, but simply doing their job. But I repeat, this happened only once. When, at last, the group reached the place of dislocation, they entered the city successfully, without losses.
But unfortunately, the guys got stuck in it for a long three months, instead of the originally planned couple of weeks. On this small southern city, on the right along the road was a private sector with one-story houses.
Almost every gate had boys 6-8 years old and threatened with fists passing on the highway military. In the car's interior a strong wind carried dust, and Bambus, who was sitting next to the driver, closed the window. Before them was moving a strange jeep with an open top. In the back of the truck there was a metal table, around which sat four men in camouflage and with AK-74.
The traffic on the road stopped, and then Bambus saw a boy of 11-12 years run up to the jeep, threw something heavy (Bambous noticed it on the flight of the object) and a small jeep in size and fled. The men in the jeep began to fuss, but it was too late. A few seconds later, an explosion occurred, two people threw out, two remained in the back. "The man gave up the grenade," Bambus realized. And again he found a look at the figure of a boy running along a crooked street. Catch up to its meaning was not, the local will hide in two accounts, and shoot in the back of the child, it was sick. He got out of the car, went to one of the lying men, he was conscious and said very calmly: -Granata rolled under the table ... and did not have time to jump and jump. Bambus calming touched him, began to speak the usual in such cases. -Hold the little brother, everything will be fine. He was glad that this man would at least die without suffering, being in shock. In principle, it's like telling a dying person, the main thing is that the tone is calm and encouraging. A dying man smiled at Bambus' words and died down forever. Bambus looked into the body and saw that the metal table was almost undamaged. The legs and the bottom of the bodies of passengers are visited by fragments.
The jeep's contorted driver looked frightened and pale, but quite whole. Having recounted what he saw, the experienced Bambus concluded that there would be no easy walk. Local residents, even children, perceived them as invaders. Given the undeniable masculinity and militancy of the local, the invaders' cases were promised to end very badly. The political decision of the leadership on the military operation was initially incorrect.
And its implementation occurred "on the knee," without calculating the consequences of the thoughtless use of brute force. And the soldiers and officers will have to answer for the mistakes of the leadership.
Unfortunately, time and further events showed that Bambus was not mistaken in his initial conclusions.