Hi! Thank you all for keeping your fingers crossed for me!
Just wish to let you know that I am alive and kicking. It's my third month at the front line. I think it's not time yet to speak freely about things I have seen and about my job here. However, if short, my job is to cause as much harm as possible to enemy forces. It does not include (so far) direct fire contact with the enemy, but it does include being at the receiving end of shelling. So I managed to be under all kinds of these things: artillery and air strikes, tank and IFV indirect fire, MLRS launches, mortar shelling and missile strikes. And so on and so forth. I got a number of close calls, but was lucky not to get injured. At one occasion I found myself (along with other guys) buried in a small basement, so we had to dig ourselves and then hide from drones that were correcting enemy fire. And I still could clearly remember a 120mm mortar shell that fell some 20-25 meters from me but never exploded causing only a fountain of earth. I could tell a number of such stories and some of them are really funny once one is looking back at them. But I think I'd better keep them untold until my duty is fulfilled.
It's unlikely that I will return to my workshop anytime soon. So the song “I’ll Be Home For Christmas (If Only In My Dreams)” is as relevant for me as it was for many US soldiers back in 1943.
Meanwhile, here is a piece of story I could post for sure. I am not photoshooting here much, since it's mostly destruction and devastation. But I am glad I had an occasion to shoot this short video.
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