Art of War
Leather V.I.After the 1st batch of lieutenants and staying in the wild, despite the winter, part of the squadron went home through the swamp. Vodka has already begun to act on Captain P., and he had difficulty "holding the horizon", he had to take under his hands and provide "help in piloting." Here is the top, below was a town, but before it to go and go in the likeness of a serpentine.
to stand! - Commanded by Captain P., listening to the senior by rank, the group stopped. A steep, icy slope, on which the children did not risk to ride on saucers, led straight to his home.
Behind me! - and Captain P., sewing his flight portfolio, slipped, gaining speed. A new record was set in the San Diego sport. The captain ended up at his entrance. More about the entrance...
I am B! He told me I broke my leg.
After descending the sprinter race, and picking up the victim under the arms, the group moved back to the railroad hospital. The surgeon identified a closed fracture of the ankle and applied a gips. After 15 minutes, the captain, all in his hands, was carried home. When carried by the miserable slope, he suddenly broke out of his hands and once again seized his portfolio, with which he did not break up, no one had time to do anything.
There are no two deaths. Captain P. cried out and slipped down the slope again.
From the state of the stupor of the debilitated pilots came a scream:
I am B! I broke my second leg.
When Captain P. was again taken to surgery, the surgeon had not yet had time to wash his hands from the plaster.