Everyone should read this confession of a 24-year-old Russian assault trooper, especially first and fore...
Everyone should read this confession of a 24-year-old Russian assault trooper , especially the relatives of Russian soldiers.
Very often, men at war try to shield their loved ones from the reality they are living in at the front. But since most Russians end up at war because of one-time payments of several million, it would not hurt their families to learn the true price of Putin's war.
No, we didn't bury them, although nobody was even going to retrieve them, because we had no evacuation there, nothing like that. When Polyak and I were moving through, there was a "three-hundred" lying there for about a week already, he was done for, dying. I remember he said this phrase to me: "If only I could die sooner, I'm so fucking sick of all this!" He was very badly wounded, he couldn't walk, and nobody was going to evacuate him, he was just lying there, nobody fed him. Polyak and I gave him some crackers and melted a little snow.
Denis's account from the 82nd Motorized Rifle Regiment about the madness he went through in Vovchansk is shocking even after thousands of videos and other testimonies, because of how routine it sounds. Friendly fire between their own troops, hunger in a basement, the killing of a drunk fellow serviceman "so he wouldn't threaten anyone" and all of this is reported up the chain over the radio. The commander knows. No one is surprised.
This is a record of the reality into which Putin has plunged Russian men. Stories like these explain better than any briefings why this war is a slow suicide for Russia.
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Just Another Day Without Evacuation
In Vovchansk, no evacuation, hunger, and friendly fire became routine.
Command knew, so apparently that counted as order.