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I was in clinical death in 🇺🇦
I know what one second from death feels like.
I’ve stood there more than once. I was hospitalized in Ukraine, clinically near death, and placed in a coma. I was resuscitated. Ukraine let me live—but not whole.
War doesn’t begin with explosions. It begins when every sound becomes a warning.
The hum of a drone. The scream of a Shahed. The silence that follows. Here, we don’t listen to live—we listen to survive.
I’ve seen bodies broken, lives erased in seconds, eyes that will never return to who they once were.
Near the zero line, I lost 50% of my right arm. Others lost everything.
When I was given a prosthetic, I gave it to a veteran who had lost a leg and both arms—because dignity matters more than comfort. I kept a second-hand prosthesis. He needed it more than I did.
What is happening here is not abstract. It is not a headline or a statistic.
It is a slow genocide, carried out through fear, exhaustion, blood, and silence.
And still, I remain. On position. Because stepping back means abandoning those who can no longer run.
I have seen death too closely to wish it on anyone.
War does not make you stronger. It steals pieces of your body, your soul, and your time.
And those who come back whole are rare. Those who come back human are even rarer.
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Хочу відновити навички водіння, бо скоро знадобиться 🥲
Порадьте інструкторів / автошколи в Дніпрі, і класно було б зі знижкою для військових, бо повну ціну точно не витягну.
Українська
Сьогодні вперше вживу побачив дрон-перехоплювач - вони існують!. Без деталей
Українська