War through my eyes: An ode to infantry

“Walking in My Shoes,” with OT VINTA

During my training with the infantry, the OT VINTA song and the Depeche Mode song, “Walking in My Shoes” became connected,” Oleg said. “They were always playing in my head during the most difficult stages of our marches on tough terrain.”

Everything seems simple here,
There is room for creativity
With AKs, ammo, grenades and a shovel.
Strategy and tactics –
One piece at a time
To patch up the veins of the country.
I know every piece of land here
By smell, taste and touch,
Because the perimeters of these territories
Are measured by the infantry’s footsteps.

A long time away from home,
I have come to realize
I have both weapons and the future in my hands!
Our boots tread the mud,
because we must go everywhere.
It will dry up and we’ll go overland again.
But unlike my
Brother-heroes, the artillerymen, sailors, and pilots,
The perimeters of our territories
Are measured by our infantry footsteps.

There enemy’s arsenal is like a pile of manure,
But the familiar sounds strike to the core.
Then the kids from the basement
Shout: “Glory to the Heroes!”
And jump headlong into our arms.
The old Guardians will welcome us with joy,
With hot borsch and compote,
Because the perimeters of these territories
Are measured by our infantry marching.

The old women will welcome us with a warm embrace,
With hot borsch and compote,
Because the perimeters of these territories
Are measured by infantry footsteps.

Everything seems simple here,
There is room for creativity.
With AKs, BC, grenades and a shovel.
Strategy and tactics,
One piece at a time
To patch up the veins of the country.
I know every piece of land here
By smell, taste, and touch,
Because the perimeters of these territories
Are measured by our infantry footsteps.