Comments by "Marc Joly" (@emjizone) on "Russia Lost Another $65 Million Dollar Warship" video.

  1. 14:11 Everything has limits in space-time. It's a universal rule. If you refuse spacial borders, you're left with no duration in time. Bye, Russian suicider. Your political choices were… interesting.
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  2. 7:28 The wounded are far worse for the army than the dead: they take up resources, time and... they talk. When all the counters you've sent to the assault are dead, you can send another convoy that hasn't heard of the danger, that doesn't even know you're sending it to its death, like cattle to the slaughterhouse. On the contrary, when the pawns you had planned to send in the next assault see the previous convoy return full of hideous wounds, it makes them realize the nature of their mission.
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  3. One plane per day. Why don't they go away? Another hit the ground. A burning plume is found. One plane per day. It seems a common sight. But mobiks in a line, don't know the reason why. How could they know just what explosions means? The end of a joke, the end of sin. How could they know the places they have been Behind a wall, where Vova had a dream? One plane per day, it wasn't alway so. The army was all right, as long it didn't fight. But all that's left is a place fool and crazy The motherland turned into a vast circus Became a tomb by the whims of him only. When two up, two down. One plane per day, it wasn't always so. The leaders nonetheless, put the blame on U.S. As order came, they doubled the aircrafts, They felt it all at once, how vain was such a draft. How could they know just what explosions means? The end of a joke. The end of a sin. How could they know the places they have been Behind a wall, where Vova had a dream? One plane per day, the peace has gone away The banners stands for none, a symbol of a clown. And all that's left is a place fool and crazy. The motherland turned into a vast circus Became a tomb by the whims of him only. When two up, two down. One plane per day. Why don't they go away? Another hit the ground. The neighbors heard the sound. One plane per day. It seems a common sight. But mobiks in a line, don't know the reason why. How could they know just what explosions means? The end of a joke, the end of sin. How could they know the places they have been Behind a wall, where Vova had a dream? One plane per day. Why don't they find their way? Yet Another goes down. It was hit by a round. And all that's left is a place fool and crazy. The motherland turned into a vast circus Became a tomb by the whims of him only. And all that's left is a place fool and crazy. The motherland turned into a vast circus Became a tomb by the whims of him only. https://youtu.be/9j1osekPbMY
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