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Nagorno-Karabagh: Military Balance Between Armenia & Azerbaijan
Re: Nagorno-Karabagh: Military Balance Between Armenia & Azerbaijan
They did look good, but it was night and the camera angle was not right. Can't wait for the real pro videos, what I have seen I love, the Camo really looks good. I mean I loved it before but at night it has a sick quality to it.
It has only been 20 years, lets not forget 1988 quake! Let us not foget all the hardships and look at us. We can be proud! These 20 years in blockade, yet look at us! Slowly we are building Armenia again, she is rising
Re: Nagorno-Karabagh: Military Balance Between Armenia & Azerbaijan
Old post theif...Sorry I could not help myself.
"08:45 - Nagorno-Karbagh - Somewhere on the front line.
Ashod Melkonyan was stunned, his body was shivering and his hands were trembeling. All his fellow soldiers had just been killed or badly wounded as a result of the heavy shelling by Azeri artillery and rockets on his forward observation post. There was blood on his hands, face and clothes...the blood of his fellow soldiers.
He took the radio microphone away from his dead commander's hands and struggled to speak.
"This is number 4, we are under attack...shelling...do you hear me?..."
The 19 year old conscript from Stepanagerd was getting impatient.
"Number 1, do you hear me this is number 4, we are being attacked, do you hear me?..."
An agonizing 5 seconds later, came the reply from his battalion headquarters.
"This is number 1, report the situation..."
Ashod held the microphone with both hands and spoke quickly.
" We are under attack, everybody is dead or dying send help..."
He heard the firm voice of his battalion commander.
"Dgha jan, what do you see on the front, report..."
The authoritarian voice of the officier made Ashod regain his senses, he took a deep breath and raised his head above the trench he was sheltering in.
With all the smoke and dust in the air created by the shelling he did not see them first, but he heard the roar of tank engines and the squeeking noise of their threads. Then, he saw them. One, two, three...dozens of Azeri T-72 tanks followed by armoured troops carriers coming....they were only a few hundred meters from his position.
"Number 4, WHAT-DO-YOU-SEE? ..."
Ashod took a deep breath, he was fully realizing the situation now. The Azeris had launched a full scale attack on Artsakh. Strangely, he was not afraid anymore, his brain and emotions had reconciled with the worst he could imagine. Slowly he approached the microphone and spoke his last words:
"Bolor yergire dooshman e..."
..........
09:12
The 24 year old commanding officer of the 2nd anti-tank platoon, Mher Arakelian, was a native of Mardagerd. He had just receive orders from his company commander to open fire on any enemy vehicle that came within range (2 km) of his Russian made 9M111M F-AGOT (AT-4) wire guided anti-tank missiles. The young officer had his eyes glued on his binoculars. He was observing a column of camouflage-painted tanks approaching the wooded hill he was positioned on. They were within range. He had 2 F-AGOT missile launchers, each with a 2 men crew he had trained himself. The first crew needed another minute to load a missile container on their launcher. He could not wait longer. He gave his order to the second crew members who were ready:
"Open fire when ready"
"Ayo, Kommandir" replied 20 year old farmer's son Makar while aiming his missile at the lead Azeri T-72 tank.
Kommandir Mher, as he was more popularly known, suddenly realized that the 3rd tank in the Azeri battlegroup had extra antennas. That must be the Azeri battalion commander's tank. He resisted the urge to ask Makar to shoot on that one... He did not want to put too much pressure on the youngster, he wanted to make sure he did not miss his first shot.
19 year old Gagig from Martuni area was softly speaking to Makar who was carefully talking aim with his optical sight.
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