Book Description

Rise up, sons of Borogravia, in defense of the Motherland! Evil and treacherous neighbors who only dream of invading Borogravia are at her borders again! They just have to be mean and treacherous – for we are a peace-loving and honest people, are we not? So it just has to be THEIR fault that we are continually at war, doesn’t it? But here’s the problem. A little one, but still. Borogravia’s sons are kind of, well, that. Gone.

The ones that are left, well, they don’t have arms. Or legs. Or any other things that are important for the defense of the homeland. It’s not enough to fight here, you can’t even work in the fields. So the potatoes are also running out. In fact, the bark from the trees is already running out. And then, by themselves, the last recruits begin to have questions in their heads. Such as these. Yes, we are certainly a proud country, but what exactly are we proud of? We are, of course, all ready to die for our country, but why do the special political corps always have to monitor our readiness? And what, in fact, are we fighting for if all the good people of this country are in this little barracks of recruits? All these questions, however, are only up to the moment when the enemy appears.

War is war. There’s no time to think, you have to kill. To kill people who you have nothing against, and who also have nothing against you, and to kill without hesitation, quickly and clearly. Otherwise they will kill you. And don’t forget to watch your own officer! For if your enemies want more than anything not to meet you, it is your own officer who wants you to die for the Motherland.