A recruiter.

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/ The bright memory of my stepfather -

From his poetic heritage /

Anxious heart is pounding under a football

And flew to the fly of childhood mirage

And civil life is not soon returning to us,

We were called to keep the homeland of the borders.

We are all issued by height and size,

We wear it in hot summer and winter,

It has long been made with a protective color,

After service in it, we turn home.

First, service and study is intense,

Early lifts, anxieties, march-shoes,

And in guard and secrets night is sleepless,

Then the trip and storm of the obstacles of the strip.

And civil life is not soon collapsing to us

And do not ask for your forgiveness,

Sometimes I want to see my own home,

Take me home on the wings the song.

Our service is clear, the outpost has pretended,

We began to shave and grow a mustache,

Behind us the beloved homeland is spread out,

And ahead is the land of the neutral strip.