This guy must be a Klingon morale officer.
“All of you will die but know one thing: Mother Russia will never forget us.
Flowers will be brought to all of our headstones for centuries.
Every warrior’s name will be carved into memorial plaques.
Eternal flames will be lit for all of us.”
Today is orthodox easter in Ukraine. These soldiers arranged a special cake delivery.
Meanwhile, Easter over on the Russian side …
These guys are complaining and don’t even realize they are the lucky ones to still be alive after 11 months.
They should have stayed home.
Out for a boat ride on a sunny spring day and then … bavovna.
WARNING: Video shows Russians flying through the air after hitting a mine.
It was nice of the Russians to put all those anti-tank mines in a nice pile like that.
A collaborator and torturer gets what’s coming to him.
More Russian losses.
This war has made clear that there is a serious production deficiency among Western countries for the production of ammunition.
The cavalry arrived in time.
A reminder that weapons systems can be adapted to and lose effectiveness.
New long-range artillery shells on the way to Ukraine from Germany.
But Ukraine still makes good use of a weapon that was first developed in 1884 by American-born British inventor Hiram Stevens Maxim, who also held a patent for a hair curling iron. The Maxim has been around so long it was used in the Russo-Japanese War of 1905.
A reminder that Kharkiv remains under constant rocket attack by Russia.
I’m just so tired of the daily attacks. Tired of leaping out of bed in the middle of the night because explosions shakes my house and scare the life out of me, running for cover in the bathroom, trying to stop the ringing in my ears from the blasts, sitting there praying it’s not my loved ones who have been hit.
Tired of feeling helpless when caught by explosions on the streets with no shelter in sight, nowhere to hide, reading in monitoring channels that more missiles are heading our way as I stand there awaiting the impact.
Tired of the constant fear that the window in front of me will shatter in my face while I work and kill me.
Dogs suffer from war too.
A beautiful spring song.
Another wonderful reunion.