Russian Spring

Northeast Afghanistan, February 26-27: Colonel Andrei Mikhailov saw the bodies first. There were three of them, lying splayed in the road's frozen mud just around the last curve before the valley. Mikhailov focused his binoculars. The uniforms were mud-caked but unmistakably Russian. There were no helmets or weapons nearby; the men had been running away when they were cut down.


Genre: General Fiction