Two years ago, the situation on the eastern front was difficult, but now it’s even harder, reveals the master sergeant and a sapper of a Ukrainian battalion in an impassioned monologue.
About Longing for the Front
When I occasionally visit my daughter at home, then by the fourth day, I’m already eager to head back to the front. I just can’t stand witnessing people having fun, partying, while my guys are out here sacrificing their lives.
The other day, we lost a 23-year-old soldier. Another one, just 21, was gravely wounded—he lost his leg and suffered a severe brain injury. He’ll be in hospitals for at least six months, pushed around by everyone. If he’s lucky and they don’t force us to remove him from the battalion’s roster, he’ll at least get some money. But if they tell us to take him off, he’ll get nothing.
All Ukrainians need to understand that until we win on the battlefield, the missiles will keep coming at us. We have to stop them here. They won’t stop at what they’ve already conquered. They’ll gather strength and come forward. And it will end with you, Ukrainian, fighting against the Poles, because the Russians will force you. They see that NATO isn’t doing a damn thing, that NATO is just making words.
I especially "love" those Facebook posts, where some guy is lounging on his couch, donates 50 hryvnias ($1.10), and comments, “The whole world is watching idly as the Ukrainian people are being executed.” Damn it, what have you personally done about it? Go to hell with your 50 hryvnias! Come out here and help painting tree trunks white, the pay is 100,000 hryvnias ($2,200). (Laughs.)