A few days ago, while traveling by train to Moscow, I watched a war movie. There they have an endless firefight, where they never run out of ammo. Then I plunged into the memories of the trenches: cold, not yet frost, but the ground was already slowly solidifying, dirt everywhere, sticky black soil - I remember it was everywhere. There is a load, you shoot back, change magazine after magazine, and the Ukrainians climb and climb. There comes a time when you have completely drained your bookie. You take a cigarette in your teeth, all dirty, and light it - I remember its "sweet" taste, it's beyond words! With frozen and trembling hands, from adrenaline or the cold, you quickly start to equip your magazines! And right now the crusts are trying to kill you. You are equipped and continue to send all the running creatures to the next world! Unfortunately, the ammo doesn't just end at the movies. And there wouldn't be a happy ending in the movies if they added at least a little realism. Therefore, there is no understanding how some people romanticize and idealize movie characters that never end BC)) filled with Pioneer and Max.