The Mongol Kurgan by Mark Mellon

  Outside, fresh, pure steppe air helped clear Rumantsev’s head. A platoon doing physical training ran past in their undershirts, identical with their shaven heads. Rumantsev came to attention and saluted as the NCO in charge saluted in passing. More than half drunk, he struggled to walk a straight line back to his tent. Captain Stupin was in the tent, on his back, on his cot while he smoked a papirosa. Rumantsev hung his hat from a nail in the tent pole, took off his Sam Browne belt, and unbuttoned and removed his tunic. “How did the drinking session with … Continue reading The Mongol Kurgan by Mark Mellon