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Another soldier recounts "We advanced too far and left behind the rest of the company. It was getting dark and we need shelter."
"Oleg said 'I think there's a trench over there, follow me!'" and set off across a field. Only, it was a minefield. Oleg died instantly."
He continued "the noise alerted the Ukrainian who opened fire. We hid in a bomb crater until the barrage died down. Night fell but we didn't move. We had to go to the toilet in the bomb crater. To wipe, we crawled out and recovered Oleg's leg and wiped with his trouser leg."
"The whole of the next day we didn't move for fear of being spotted. And we got hungry. I had a power bar left and Sasha had a packet of peanuts." We looked at Oleg's leg and then at each other. Sasha nodded.
The soldier wept then composed himself "We couldn't eat our comrade raw so we took the risk of setting fire to the shitty trouser leg with a lighter and cooking Oleg's leg over it. The first bite was foul. Oleg had jock itch and I was chewing on the top of his thigh where it had spread to. I almost threw up. But the hunger was so bad."
"You get used to it after a while. We spent the entire week in the bomb crater undiscovered. We devoured the other leg and one of Oleg's buttocks, though we burnt all the hairs off it first. We tried the liver, but the cirrhosis from a life of vodka abuse made it rank, so we cut strips from his beer belly. It was like pork crackling"
