345th Guards airborne regiment, 1979-1989. First in, last out. After the Afghan war I found myself in Abkhazia for a few years until we were fighting the Georgians in 92-93 for a whole year. That was a whole new experience, us veterens were so used to fighting guerillas. That was real ugly, as in you'd find someones finger or guts in the street but nothing else of them. Theres a sound you instantly recognize when someone falls down, it becomes familiar and distinct after awhile.
Its strange because they were like us then, but in 2008 they seemed so different, and everyone who was there back then wanted to get back at them. We were killing each other because we were killing each other, if that makes any sense.