In Kiev the hospital, I spent 2 days and then agreed with the doctor that can plaster to stay at home. He issued a certificate stating that I have to undergo rehabilitation 60 days. But the next morning I went with the volunteers back to the front. Left at 5 in the morning, so that his wife did not hear. Our commander, I was not allowed to return. I asked, but he said that he was on crutches - in any case. When I arrived, he said that I'm a bastard, thought of everything and made it my way. Nevertheless, I continued to command a platoon.

I have three children. Son 11 years. And girls, one 2 years old, and the second for 5 months. I went through a month after her birth. And the wife... argued, of course, for a long time did not speak. Criticized the fact that I had abandoned them. I told her that I did not quit. Just briefly went something like this. Now angry, if I at least once a day will not call. I worked the main power engineering construction company. Resigned after milanowski events. Until I went to war worked as an electrician.

I really was torn on the front, because my patience is slowly beginning to melt from the fact that if before he came home after work, ate with the children played. Just after Maidan - one lesson: in the morning got up, turned on the Internet and looked what happened. In the evening the same thing, see what happens. It all somehow six months accumulated.
And when Boeing was hit, I am just at home in the evening sat at the computer and saw the first pictures. On one of the photos was a small child, 2 years old, probably lay in the field. And just around near my cot - my little sleep. Something then I finally joined.
This was the last point. Thought, God forbid, that this was here. When my friends say, "are You an idiot? where do you climb?", "I tell them: "Guys, I don't want this at home. Someone out there must fight!". Me: "why are you? There are military and so forth." But unless there's at least one person who has written on my forehead that he got to be there?
I came to the military enlistment office in your area somewhere in the beginning of August and has asked, that I was called. My military specialty - service airports, but since we are not serviced, there is no need for me to call. So there I was told that such specialists now there is no need to call me now can't. I obbihav all around. So much so, that even retrained. Went to the chief Commissioner of Kiev, so he sent me on training courses. But he also gave the refusal. Said, that as a man he understands me, and as an officer, he can't do it. Then my friends suggested that there is a set in the 11th battalion in Brovary. I went there in the military. But by the end I was taken to the 25th. Then he was a battalion of territorial defense "Kyivska Rus", now it became a separate infantry battalion.
My mother and my son think I am now working, near lwów. Yes and my wife I said that I was at the headquarters, not in the dangerous red zone, at best. My location only know my friends. And we are under the Debaltsevo. There we are with the first days. Maybe emotions from taking place, I was not so much because I am very worried that I am not a combat commander. I was thinking all the time whether I did not made any mistakes due to inexperience. I didn't know how we are going to fight, what will combat missions. I was tensed so that I don't have time to worry about yourself. I have a platoon of nine, plus two people freelancer, it is possible to say that 11 people and three vehicles.
Injury I received during a mortar attack: climbed in the car, in the 31st ZIL, and then cried again that the mines. I in all its armor with the jumped aboard on the asphalt. Heel decided that I'm too arrogant. I realized that something is wrong: leg pulled - there's something crunched. Tried a second time to come - already failed, fell. In Debaltsevo arrived by ambulance, where said fracture. Out in the Artemivsk from Donetsk to Kiev and then to Kiev.
In Kiev the hospital, I spent 2 days and then agreed with the doctor that can plaster to stay at home. He wrote a statement that I should undergo rehabilitation 60 days. But the next morning I went with the volunteers back to the front. Left at 5 in the morning, so that his wife did not hear. Our commander, I was not allowed to return. I asked, but he said that he was on crutches - in any case. When I arrived, he said that I'm a bastard, thought of everything and made it my way. Nevertheless, I continued to command a platoon. Not had any issues - I'll take the responsibility, if with me something happens.
On crutches there, of course, very difficult, because you're more vulnerable. But I went for it, because even the first time when I was coming from "Gum", I promised my kids that we're all together, now together and come back. The second reason - I commander, and the commander must be near.

And thirdly, there are some things that words it's hard to explain. And yet many believe that all officers - goats that they are only looking for a reason to escape. When I worked as a power engineer, I have been subordinate to men, whose job was at risk, with the risk. I also was responsible for people. And if somewhere with someone, something happened, not only that you will pull in all instances, still is very uncomfortable in front of relatives. And here is the same picture: I took these guys and are responsible for them. While I was lying in different hospitals every day with them was on the phone. I was embarrassed that they are there and I am here. I felt the man who broke the heel and now lying on the couch, and they're out there in trenches sit.
In my platoon so far, thank God, there is no loss. We simply, if something happens, go to the desired point, and there are guys who are standing positions. The place we got is interesting that the separatists don't much want us to be equated with the earth. What do you guys live is not that my some merit. They just understand that we are not on Gullah. If themselves will not have time to care, I just won't do anything. Just perform all the tasks required of them. On the radio, when contacted, saying jokingly: "so, guys, take care of yourself, or I'm out of the ground and get punished".
On the front is a ban on shooting. The truce, but we are from morning till evening "watered". And the result is a 200-e, 300-that is Guys almost every day someone somewhere is transported, sent to hospital. Ate there really is something conceived in the government, the need and the soldiers to say that there are some plans. When there is a fire, we hear that with such positions, from the separatists have worked out Grad. So the answer may follow after 20 minutes. Why is it after 20 minutes, when there was just no one there? Why, that answer appears to be the opponent must make a request? While this request passes, opponents, figuratively speaking, from the forest came, the module showed up and left. If there is a truce, it should be from both sides. But they break it every day. There is not a single quiet day. Silence can be well an hour or two, and at night all the time fired.
When I left, the last three nights straight tip "Grad" was beaten on residential sectors Debaltsevo. I don't understand what this truce. Guys sometimes come out differently: are shot, and then get sticking, "why did they do it".
But the command "watch" brings all into hysterics. You someone is moving, the answer is "watch." I think we need to put a normal commanders and give them the opportunity to work. Because any aggression should be answered.
To protect debaltseve from pouring "Hail" can only pushing separatists further from the city, at a safe distance. That is, we must act and not to watch. The guys are on duty and ready to stand on, but psychout about what is happening. I hope that the new Parliament will start to work normally, that is, to make any conclusions. We are very excited visible action from headquarters ATO.
Once there was a case: went into the city to buy cigarettes, the guys went to the store, and I was standing near the car and I was approached by a woman and a girl in a wheelchair. Girl - this little two-year-old spice. My Name Is Nastya. And the woman looked at me and said, "well, you have to eat something, no?" At first I did not understand, thought maybe the alcoholic kind. I told her that the store products sell. And she says, "you See, there is no money. To us this was not always given and is not always possible to withdraw money". I then helped them to skimp a little. She thanked me, and then looked at us and said, "Guys, you at least will not leave us?". This is the phrase I was very much touched. I told her to calm down, that we are side by side, and no one is not going to retreat, and that we will not leave. This I was told by people in the city, in which the coat of one another. Maybe she herself once have otherwise thought of, but something has changed. Generally walk around the city - some people their eyes away, or ashamed, or Vice versa don't want to see us "fascists". And some of them come and communicate.
When Debaltsevo began to shoot at, I immediately remembered this conversation and don't even know now there with them. I couldn't go and throw these people and their children. Not the manly thing to it. It's like to leave the fight. If you have already got, then to the end.
Since then, as the fight, I can't stand whistling. When traveling with volunteers, Poltava stopped at a gas station, and some of them made fun began to whistle. With us there were a few fighters. All of us wince. Matukonis, cringed, and then gently asked not to do it. At the front, when you hear the whistle, fall, pressed. And the first thought is usually: not yours, is it mine? Its flight is only 15-18 seconds. So the main thing is to quickly hide and pray that this is not for you, but still, I think that the other guys don't get hooked and landed somewhere behind position.
When he returned, he noticed how the children change. If Katushka, which is 2 years old, not so much, very little difference is seen. Went in and the door saw a new face. Her smile, eyes glowing introduced in the state some mild euphoria that I'm home. Well, of course, lay down on the sofa, Katya all evening I jumped, tumbled - dad came. She saw me, so excited that I even got scared. It was running a little. I thought: "wow, only a month was not at home." I would like to go home.
We children from 40 schools Kyiv helped, wrote letters. There is one boy so interesting, Dima, in the 5th grade student. I his letter when opened, there was hryvnia, two, or all - UAH 20. It is seen that secretly somehow the kid had collected and all were sent this letter. Me it was so hooked. I then volunteers gave him a video message that he knew that his letter came to us. And the volunteers said that after he watched it, was a good student and was telling everyone that it will come true military officer. Being here, I am in this school went there and he Balaclava his gave, but to be with these children is impossible. Very strong effect, when they say "come back alive".
Text and photo: Vic Jasinski, Censor.NET

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