We took out two of their largest terminals, a refinery, and a tanker in the Black Sea in 48 hours. All of it is burning so fiercely that it’s visible from space. Burning like hellfire.
At least three tankers were also ablaze in the Baltic Sea when the terminals were hit. A patrol icebreaker for the FSB, which they planned to use to menace the Arctic, rested on board at the largest shipyard.
Meanwhile, our groups are at work — shooting down drones for the sheikhs in the Gulf. Meanwhile, someone in Khartoum is teaching the locals, through a translator, how to operate an FPV console. And someone near the Libyan coast is using strike drones to hit a Russian gas carrier, turning it into a torch.
A country bleeding for 12 years, spitting out cities reduced to dust and hundreds of thousands of our people who abandoned past lives and all possessions, is now giving the most valuable thing we have here — the time of a single life.
Giving it to a country. Not the best one, corrupt, insane, but it is ours.
The fact that we were Eastern Europe’s eternal underdog does not give Moscow the right to kill us and transform us into a totalitarian digital gulag.
No, we will not go there. We have seen what you do with prisoners and in occupation. Everyone remembers those shackles and collars in basements where children were held, and the head in Kalmius.
There will be no more Buchas across the country — only a heavy price. And we are giving them this heavy price. It’s burning so intensely that it’s visible from space.
This winter, the second corps of invaders has fallen. A corps. Passchendaele in color.
And it’s all from holes in the front lines where twisted bacon, snickers, bullets, and energy drinks from the “Vampire” are dropped to cling to that basement for months. To hospitals filled with the wounded, the sick, those who cannot decommission, those who recover long and painfully from injury or learn to walk again.
All of this works in unison. Like a single mechanism.
A drone takes off from a speeding vehicle, the “Neptune” rolls out from an earthen shelter in the boondocks, tables are set for the “Flamingo,” they’re guarded, accompanied, repaired, smoking a cigarette at the “Browning” by the reservoir.
Someone finishes their coffee, flips a switch, — and a “cigar” takes off, which will punch a 30-meter hole in a shop hundreds of kilometers away.
From the external pilot who mines a trail at twilight so our SOP (Standard Operating Procedure) can’t be bypassed. To the nurse who shakes my hand and strokes my forehead as I press and press the button in fever: “Come and give me pain relief.”
All of it breathes, lives, works, and gives its only life so the line holds and the enemy’s rear is ablaze. All of this is us, is the nation and country.
And we, as a nation and country, target the Baltic coast and hit them. Paying a huge, bloody, and terrifying price.
Embraced all who drag this Sisyphean boulder of burdens and deprivations. Who traded families, sanity, health, so the country stands.
Sisters and brothers. Who went through contact rifle battles, then a barrage, then throws and fpv, then a series of pluses, and then — a cook in the second line, because “unlimitedly fit.”
And everyone who is afraid, hides, hesitates, vanished, went into hiding — too.
We’re all in the same boat. We’ll either sink or swim together.
Decide how it will be easier for you to survive and where the chance is greater. We know that filtration cannot be passed. And to hope on which side of the major’s chair leg you’ll end up in the basement — either. The stakes here are the highest.
Therefore, you are the captains of your own ships. Make your move. It’s too late to be afraid, — there are no safe harbors left on this map. In the end, we all equally become ash, so all in.
For now, we and the Russian Federation are like a galleon and a schooner entangled with grappling hooks. If they do not undo the ropes, they may clean out the rowboat, but they’ll sink with it.
And the ruins of Avdiivka are not worth it.
Hence, the Baltic blazes, icebreakers sink, tankers are attacked. We continue to fight and offer tremendous, fierce resistance.
If I read this in a sci-fi book, I wouldn’t believe it.
With the help of the EU and the USA, with EU money, we are waging a missile and drone war in theaters from the Baltic to the Caspian Sea and Siberia, receiving and repelling thousands of missiles and drones, preserving aviation, regularly bombing the Russian Federation, and taking out a plant in Bryansk or terminals in the Black Sea and the Baltic.
I wouldn’t believe it. And that’s why I’m insanely proud and happy to live in this time.
To everyone who has not given up and not lost heart, who drags and hopes, who wants to survive, hide, and save themselves, who tries to return to Ukraine of 2014, and it died and was reborn in the hell of the largest continental war since World War II.
Hugged you. Live. We will pull through.
Illustration: Lemberg Vector
