Anatoli and I were on the truck taking volunteers to a combat zone. I remember hearing “Incoming” and Anatoli leaning over and shielding me. A white flash and a boom. I lost my hearing. All the men are dead in the truck and there are body parts everywhere. Anatoli is dead. Three teenagers at the back of the truck survived and they are crying like little children. I am numb and at best I have a mounting fury against the Russian attackers. Give me Tsar Putin and I’d rip him to shreds.
I bark at the crying boys and they follow me back into the smouldering Kiev. I am totally alone and my chances to escape seem to be dwindling so I return to where I last saw people evacuating and that is how I found myself on a bus going to where I do not know. There are only mothers with children. Only a few weeks ago all of us were living a normal life. Now they are crying and terrified like animals being hunted down. How can I protect Ukrainians? I keep having flashes seeing the mangled bodies and the crying teenagers who should be eyeing the girls and playing football instead of carrying rifles. Damn Damn Damn Putin. Look what you have done to my master. A curse be on you.
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