We were "bludgeoning" one enemy machine, and they turned two. On the left side - closed BMD, with a machine gun shoots the territory and the militants resort: sitting on a field, something with each other "Lescaut". Jack was lying in the grass, and we agreed that it technique is striking, and all the cleaning I do, so he had the car drifts left from the grenade launcher, and I have right to "communicate" with the machine. It happened that one BMD we set on fire, and the second was taken. And fighters - they are like frightened geese, is a real no resistance. I one killed, one wounded and the third escaped.

The Storm Of Ilovaysk

I was born and live in Zaporozhye. Was an entrepreneur and calm to many of the events were, until then, until they came the news that 40 KAMAZ trucks with militants have crossed our border. It was the end of may and first of June, I was already in the block of flats at the site, including the volunteers of the battalion "Donbass".

Taught all equally, and just when people wish were taken in Syria, I was on leave and didn't know about it, so it stuck as a soldier in the training company. We spent a month and a half, and then began selection. Chief of staff, comrade owl, very "wisely" selected the experts in size and age. Just lined up all in a row and pointing chosen people. I'm short, and not was the youngest among the rest. The result was that slightly more than 100 people still generally not in the business, in reserve. I, of course, one could feel the panic, and everything inside was in full swing - I want to go to protect, not take. But, in the end, by hook or by crook, I got into motorized platoon commander of the machine. I have experience mechanics have been since the days of an urgent army, then I was a tank.

On July 17 we went to Donetsk. First we were doing mobile posts, went to Brdo, which was nothing stocked, I called this armored car "fees". Participated in the capture of Popasna and Lysychansk, but we were rather threatening mass. The fighting has shown the other guys.

From Lysychansk we were sent to Kurakhovo. There we spent the night and in the morning we were told to bring sack Lunches for one day. Stopped at a staging base, and half of the guys left on the spot, and the other half went in the direction of Ilovaisk. We as the armored vehicles went in first. But our car it was not staffed. Even though we already had pressed the gun: "the Cliffs" guns, Agsi, that is something you will supply. But the owl said that the car is not standard, and given her nothing puts impossible.

The convoy drove to Grabski. There were the guys and minomyccin gunners from the 24th brigade, which from 100 people down to 20. When they saw us, just sighed: "Phew, at least we can breathe now, and we thought we already finished." In Grabski, we spent the night. And when we tightened the rest, began to clean up the village. They were done by evening the same day, came to the outskirts of Ilovaysk. It was roughly in the area on August 17. All the main structure located on the school grounds.

At first everything was quiet and peaceful. Morning people waddling through the territory went who drank coffee, who else was busy,and at this point the mortar shelling began. Manage to escape and died, thank God, was not only wounded and shell-shocked. Immediately after the shelling, there were no orders to build fortifications. A day later protection company beginning on all access roads to the school to put up roadblocks.

And around 19 we went to storm the town via a pedestrian bridge, on the side of the separatists. By this time I already talked it over with my platoon commander, and he gave me the nod to go in an assault unit. I didn't want to just sit in school and to protect the corn. I went to the Skiff, he was acting company commander intelligence, and he took me in, but on the same day died.

When we crossed the pedestrian bridge from us were the guys from Grabski on BMD-2. But they were unable to support us any way, because the pedestrian bridge, and it was impossible to pass. So we went first order, without cover. As soon as got to the other side, we saw the separatists and perpendicular to us from the alley sprang "UAZ" with the Russians. They had a grenade launcher in the back, but they did not have time to use it, because our right there had started firing from all the barrels and blew them into "noodles". We have advanced a little further, and just 250 meters away toward us has left "the Gazelle". When we stopped, the people who it was, quietly went out, not knowing that they are stopped by the enemy.

Seven people who were in cars, we were taken prisoner. And at this moment in wounded knee our Oleg, Callsign Nameless, (he is still lying in the hospital with a wound and can not really walk). Because I had something to take out, I got behind the wheel of a captured Gazelle. And from that moment it so happened that in this battle all the wounded and dead were taken I. Brought to the bridge, and on it the guys carried on the hands.

We then struck up a particular fight. But the biggest losses were dealt a separatist sniper. Just on the other side we went about 70 people, killed three, how many of the wounded - I can't even tell, because I didn't think, but a lot. Had and tie, and pull, and take out. It was there that I realized that the team commands, and his head should be on the shoulders. There was a moment when I drove up to me and say, "Go over there, there are wounded, we should take". And this patch where I had to travel, fired by a sniper. I'm not suicidal, so a little thought and found another way through rugged terrain, over bumps. And swayed from side to side, while traveling, I thought: "Fuck, I popadesh!" In General, somehow, with God's help, I slipped. Drove up to our boys, who were hiding behind the building, in an area which is not exposed to fire. Out was killed Schulz, skiff and a couple of wounded guys. It was already the third or fourth trip.

I think that "Gazelle" is simply a gift of fate. If it wasn't for her, lots of guys out there would have stayed. In cars all the Windows were shot out. There was a moment that instead of me behind the wheel sat a guy who decided to slip directly. And he was immediately wounded by a sniper in the jaw. Thank God, he survived, managed to return. Ego I too took out. After my latest trip we have already started our move away.

The essence of this offensive was to seize territory to gain a foothold. In parallel with us had come the guys from other parties. And all this had to happen at the same time, but this did not happen. Turned out to be a single attack, and with the whole city on our side began to move the fighters. We went out under very heavy fire and made it out just in time, because we are squeezed from all sides. When they left, I was still 2 hours or 3 went in body armor, wearing a helmet, the adrenaline, and completely soaked in blood, because a lot of guys have permagel.

The capture of enemy BMD

After this trip, finally we were told to spread out through the village, so we didn't sit like sheep in one place and distributed. We blocked all the approaches and the field. I dug my foxhole, a dugout, there clamped down sleeper 2 roll forward. Somewhere a couple of days we sat there, and then we were ordered to drop the items and return everything to school. The order is not clear, but orders are orders.

And then there was talk that we give a green corridor. And sometime around the 29th we began to move. I sat behind the wheel "UAZ" with me was another 5 people. We moved with the column in the direction of the exit. Drove literally 300 meters and saw on the roadside car. The guys stalled and voted. I took them in tow and reached Mnohopillia. When we were given the command to dismount, I had a strange feeling that not everything went smoothly. I told the guys that let us get away, because if I tug on the pull, then we ourselves will leave, and you do not pull up. They got out and changed to "Sisalik" (GAZ-66), as far as I know, there was 20 people and another 4 hooked, and literally after 5 minutes, the mortar shelling began. We jumped in the cars and went down the mines. The fire was unclear where and how, but immediately destroyed large appliances. In "Chisarik" just hit the body. I think it was a tank. Ehala and the car is 5 metres away from us, and from 24 people I saw only two: one was on fire, and the second soaked in blood. Of the remaining 22 people, as a cow tongue licked. I had the jitters was, it is hard to describe, could not even pressing the gas. But, in the end I recovered myself and we drove to the nearest houses in Chervonosilka. Came all intact, because our Car is quite small, and I just drove off the road onto the shoulder, so the car was half covered with one hand expensive and on the other - a field of sunflowers. But all of our large equipment then put.

In our Department, I became friends with the fighter with the Callsign Moustache, and his name was Eugene'nov.

He was greatamerica from God. We worked together: me with a gun was traveling and sought out goals gave him direction and he according to my benchmarks was shooting from grenade launcher. And only we spread out along the farm, I told my Wife that I'll go see what there is on the left side of the village. When I came, I saw an enemy tank, radioed in, and I replied that it was our equipment and don't do anything.

Then I went back and reported it to the commander of the grenadiers Lermontov, he gave the nod to the destruction. Barbel "hit" on this tank, and we quickly "made his feet" because he knew that if he was going to give back, we would have a wet spot would remain. But there was no answer. I crawled up there, watching, hatches opened, no one in the tank. But a little to the right appeared the second tank. I told my Wife about it. And they, along with the Hill with two grenade launchers went to attack this tank. The guys with the first shot set him on fire. He put it in reverse and started them on the run, and they chased after him like a hare. I neighing from the heart, while watching the spectacle.

The first tank I tried to start, but with him, bleed the oxygen, and no pressure will start the machine was impossible.

(Photo - destroyed tank T-72Б3. T-72Б3 Russian main battle tank family of T-72. Is a relatively simple modernization of the T-72B, adjusted some parameters to the level of T-90A. The only operator is the Russian Federation (more than 1 thousand units of equipment as of 2015).
Only in the area of hostilities was destroyed three Russian tanks.
Photos from the site memorybook.org.ua)

We are Barbel decided to stay near him - it was pretty safe because the village is very much thrashed from mortars. Suddenly I saw that we were at 400-500 metres on the left side overtakes BMDA. She disappeared over the hill, and it was obvious by the smoke that stopped behind the bushes. Then I said to the Wife: "Well what you wanted to shoot? Let's want!"

We decided to work around this BMD from the rear and quietly shoot. While went, I reflected that 100%, if there is armor, covering their infantry. But I already then had a strong feeling that from the environment we still can't get out. After all soobshili that we are in the triple ring to the positions of our army is at 35 km So I had no fear, I just wanted to do something, not just all over. No infantry cover and at the BMD was not, but the whole point is that we walked has one car, and they turned two.

On the left side - closed BMD, with a machine gun shoots the territory and the militants resort: sitting on a field, something with each other "Lescaut". Jack was lying in the grass, and we agreed that it technique amazing, but the whole sweep will I do, that is, he should have been bludgeoning left the car with the grenade launcher, and I have right to "communicate" with the machine. It happened that one BMD we set on fire, and the second was taken. And fighters, they are like frightened geese, is a real no resistance. I one killed, one wounded and the third escaped.

BMD we have not taken - unable to start. He spat at her, decided that she would bring one. Wounded and was taken prisoner. He was 22-the summer Russian, the mercenary from the Kaliningrad region. But interestingly, when I approached him and saw that he was alive, brought his gun and the first thing he said, "don't shoot, we're brothers!" I mean, what are you, BL#d', my brother? You came on my land to shoot me!"

BMD in our guys and failed to get, in the end, we also set fire to and left. Not had time to get back to the farm, as with the other side on our positions in the emphasis began to shoot the tank. And Zhenya decide to go to "sabahat" and ego.

Crept up almost how you can sneak up on you. But at this point, peace talks began, suggested by the Russians, and we stopped. Waited a while, and then decided to depart, because teams were not, and what our initiative could have ended - is unclear. But as soon as we came back, it turned out that the majority of people decided to surrender. We with Eugene were against it until the moment came when two enemy APCS and a KAMAZ truck van, to pick up the prisoners, we were close with our kids. And then decided to leave.

The exit environment

Went down to the wrecked tank. There I saw our soldiers in the evening we gathered 12 people. But because of disagreements in the group, we are Barbel decided to go together.. Jack - reckless person, I am more cautious, and most importantly, that we each other trusted. Guys we are just a finger to show where to go. No instruments, no maps, nothing.

First night walked the fields, camped in corn. The cold was terrible. However, on the second night, we still were divided, again disagreed.

Eugene got very interesting, as told later. We parted somewhere in the 12 hours, and 4 hours in the morning he reached the road, spent the night right into a ditch on the roadside. In the morning caught a ride and drove to Kurakhovo.

For me it happened more complicated. I had an accident on a Russian base. Through which crept about 5-6 hours. There was heavy artillery, I saw a specially built site for "Castles" - like mounds, on which are aligned the top. These points, I saw two. The entire territory along and across the trenches, bunkers, everywhere soldiers were sitting. I was in a flak jacket, helmet, full uniform. A few times I even literally over the heads of the Russian troops had to cross. They sat and watched in their cameras and I took place at the top. And I heard and saw, but probably just didn't realize that it was someone not your own - because it is, in fact, ridiculous. And a single question no one asked. And I have horns sticking out and yellow tape is rewound, on the back was written the battalion "Donbass". One was saved that night and not visible, so I had one thought - just to get up in the morning.

I fought in sneakers, because it was most suitable to move, they were thin leather soles, but when I went out in the fields, I broke my legs in the trash. The last few kilometres, was what is called, "in my veins". It was impossible to tolerate. At night I called my mom from corn, and told her that everything is in order. She heard the news, crying, asking what and how. As I said I'm out and I'll be home soon.

With the base I went somewhere for half an hour before dawn, and a time to Novosergeevka. Where to go I didn't have a clue, so I turned on the phone, dialed his friend Lugana, and he was in the headquarters. From there I was instructed that should go in the Komsomol, even told in which direction to move. It turned out that I lost only 4 km from the right path. When I started out in the Komsomol, a car stopped, which was approaching. In it sat a young man, lucky that he was Pro-Ukrainian.

He told me to hide in the landing and that the night would get me into the territory where you can move around, because the military enlistment office in Komsomolsk just recently took the separatists. He found ours, and behind me came the Red Cross. Soon, we met our dobaczewski the guys who came to pick up those who came from the environment. They loaded me on a bus, where I finally fell asleep, and woke up in Kurakhovo.

After the Ilovaysk we were given 10 days of vacation, then gathered on the basis of named Valentina Tereshkova in Dnepropetrovsk. There with some fright, I was appointed acting company commander, although the rank I of an ordinary corporal.

But after some time I came to Kiev, because he participated in the organization, which was called "Justice". It was organized by my colleague Besut. Initially it was created as a public organization to monitor the government's actions. From the battalion I did not come out, we just engaged in other activities, trying to change something in the country.

But when again began active operations, I decided that the front will be more useful than here. Went to Irpen, where as time passed and new recruitment. And today I'm considered a mobilized national guard.

Shirokino. The Death Of A Moustache

On 14 February we arrived in Mariupol, spent the night and the 15th went to Shirokino. When you enter the village our convoy went astray, and we went on a separatist checkpoint. Ahead was armored personnel carriers, and my fighter Carp riding in cars with BC. And when stopped, you could hear the sounds of battle. I offered to get out of the car to find out why the column has become.

When got out of the car, it became clear that there is an attack.

In the cockpit of a fighter was killed, what happened to the other two to come is unclear. We Karpo decided to stay put to protect a car with ammunition, and the ego was there for the entire unit. Cars that were right behind us, somewhere retired. But 15 minutes later we were approached by the reinforcements, headed by marrying the Moustache. He was then a platoon commander and I was the squad leader in the platoon. Eugene took me with him, and off we went towards the APC, who was at the head of columns, to check if there is live guys. Their car was shot at close range with a grenade launcher. Jack climbed the fence and went into a field to the side of the machine, and I went with theirs. On the way we saw that our guy is Svyatoslav and his bandage two people. He has torn off a brush, back and buttock in the blood. And I decided that we must quickly find a radio and report that they took the wounded. Back to cars, but she, first, was under direct fire, and secondly the radio was fixed, so I decided not to stay there and left the car and walked towards the Barbel, because he as the commander had to be the radio.

One of the men that I met at the place where was supposed to be Eugene, said the wounded Policeman and showed him where he lies. I peeked around the corner of the house, Eugene is watching, and literally across the road - the crowd is separable. I crawled to him, looked, and he was not breathing, heartbeat and pulse was not.

Before that I was wounded in the leg. Thought it was just some injury, but when the blood began to vacate inside of the tibia, I realized that wounded. And when I crept up to the Moustache, then barely dragged his feet, so to get him out I had neither the strength nor the opportunity. I took his weapon and came back. A week Eugene took out the Red Cross.

Me, as the wounded, were sent to Mariupol and from there by helicopter to Dnepropetrovsk.

It turned out that I fractured the fingers on my left foot, but doctors stitched up so that your left leg is now (than the right. At first I thought, I'll just rewind and next day I will go to war, and there it was. On the foot was impossible. And heal it for about two months.

Now I'm transferring to a military unit 3018. This is the first in Ukraine experimental unit on the basis of the national guard that will fight according to NATO standards.

I have to go through GDI, because I'm supposed to be validity, and in this case I'm not fit for special forces, but I'm sure that transfer to this unit and continue service.

I think I slightly expanded my consciousness. When I climbed to pick up Eugene, I had to creep past the dog kennels. Near it was full of dog feces and I am very fastidious person. But at that time I face this all got in, and I do not care what is happening around me. Just there are things that you must do, the rest is trivia.

I am very sorry now that next to no One. He became like a part of me, it was a strong affection. But the war is not only loss. It is also purchase. On the front I have seen relationships between people that are impossible to see in civilian life. When people are ready to give the last that they have. There you don't know what you're going to be in 5 minutes, so you do not feel sorry. One time I was practicing spiritual practices, so it is in war, I felt how they work. There I got what the mind of concepts is impossible, only to feel the heart.

Vika Yasynska, "The Censor.NET"

Source: http://censor.net.ua/

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