Discussion on Military Conflict and Artillery

The great artilleryman used to get

drunk morning and night. I swear to God.

He’s a drunk. I’m telling you the truth,

by God, I swear I’m not lying

to you.

A drunkard and a boozer. And another thing, folks.

Imagine, I got the news from the websites themselves.

I was on the websites,

not— I got the news from the

websites themselves at the time

of the battle taking place,

while the enemy was hitting us

with tanks and a giant cannon

with howitzers of every kind,

while we fought with rifles, and behind us

were cannons, but not a single cannon moved.

Not a single cannon fired.

There was no artillery brigade. It was all lies.