Hospital in Debaltsevo is the place that I will never forget. God gave me the strength to endure all the pain that can be in the body. This is when the fire is lit when the cuts, the tunic. I felt like a voodoo doll, which endlessly poke needles, covered stones inside, break the bone. Broken tenth rib without end ached, he just tore off a piece, and there's nothing could be done. In addition to damaged lung was in great pain from the wounds in live, in which the 5.45 bullet flew through, damaging the liver, kidney, intestine. Forty centimeters of the small intestine even bothered, because it was not that sew.

My story begins with Petrovcy, with the second volunteer battalion machardie. After going there for a month of training, got the job, and our battalion went to the checkpoint number 6 on the mountain Karachun. We had to hold this place, because this mountain was like the eyesore from our enemy. Even then we knew that against us are the Russian special services, they have mercenaries "kadyrovtsy" that stand against us-trained military with normal weapons. This, of course, affect our mood. Every day we survive under fire. During each of them we were ready for the assault, because daily reported that enemies becomes bigger, and they have armor, and then tanks. From which they fired at our checkpoint. Fortunately, after not withstood the tower, they had no reference point where to shoot. It was thought that we kept in the tower and watched over her, but actually kept tactically important place - the mountain where it was obvious Gorlovka, Kramatorsk and surrounding villages, so we did.

First on the mountain was about 700 people: artillery, troops, and various intelligence agencies. And in the end left 74 people. This is, in fact, our platoon and artillery, which, instead of the 5 people went out two by two to arms. Others have gone on to other points. We supposedly had all been taken in the ring, but actually it turned out that we tried to keep the fact that you cannot keep.

We were warned that there is a large enemy column. The enemies we are fired with the aim to take a different city, because in Slavyansk and Kramatorsk everything was stolen, the shops are empty, in the villages, people were taken away the cattle. All were on the verge of hunger, in spite of summer.

And that's when the column is approximately 240 units moved, it successfully fired from our positions. (It is to escape gang Grcna with Slavic. - Ed.) We thought they gather the strength to go on us and take the mountain. But they broke the first checkpoint and not continuing movement, remained in Slavyansk and Kramatorsk. It was decided all on the 5th checkpoint to hide in the trenches and not to meet the enemy fire. When they flew on the 5th checkpoint, we started to shoot from all that we had. My own eyes have seen a lot of flashes from howitzers, heard the mortars. And have seen a tremendous explosion, do not know what it was, but it was like a movie, with such a huge fiery mushroom. At that moment really feel that you are at war. Thank God, it so happened that the vehicles we failed, of course, those who hid, ran away, was detained. The rest of the convoy went to Donetsk. To give the task to the enemy, we used almost the entire Arsenal, who had, on defense of the mountain there was nothing left. The guys from the 5th checkpoint - all heroes, because they had to endure and our fire, too. The day after that we went to them to take water, food, to check if all are alive and healthy. They were incredibly pleased to see us - hugged, and kissed.

When we returned, we were United with the 1st battalion and was given the name: the battalion's operational purposes in the name of General Kulchytsky.

The wound I received under Debaltsevo. There passed away four of my friends. Those people I would be glad to see all of my life, one of them was special. It is rather a brother, not a friend. We slept in the same tent, lived in the same room where he is, there I am. His Callsign - Climber, and the name is Alex.

I was shot in the platoon commandant, and the Climber - sniper. It was in August. Each day we were dates on the posts with different tasks. Last, where we went together, the task was: to take out of the fire, the wounded, the people who supposedly were in the wrong direction. It was our Zuska and KAMAZ with ammunition. As soon as we arrived at the checkpoint, immediately jumped on two APCS, joined us guys and we went. I don't know what it was: a trap or ambush, or a miscalculation of the commander. But to blame our battalion commander I can't, because he went with us and was also wounded.

We were looking for them and realized that they are nowhere to be found, as suddenly began firing. It so happened that on the front shoots the sniper, but in the back of the machine or the machine gun. After that, when the first wounded, one of them - Shpola, too, my friend, APCS stopped. We Climber grabbed the Shpola, pulled. And opponents knew that if we stopped, taking the fight and opened fire in earnest. Climber pens' tied Shpola leg, we pulled him to the side of the road. And then hear that you give the command to submit the wounded inside the APC, and himself to go on foot behind. Tried to move forward, to break away from the fire. Nothing came of it. Heard the command, "armor". I jumped inside, I got the left rear corner of the APC, 80-key, near the muffler, which I burned leg and constantly distracted. It turned out that ahead of us was looking for, because he started to shoot towards. I went back and heard the shots from the back. We drove up to the place, where was fought the fire, and it seemed that for a few minutes fly all your life. Time slows down, and you can hear past your head flying bullets and as slow as ever. From ricochet rang armor. The climber was sitting behind me. He is a sniper. And when he lifted my ear sniper rifle-7.62 loudly and shot, I thought: another shot and my right ear will flow soup.

I snatched the weapon, said that he sat down, resting his feet on me. I was sure that it would be safe for him. Then we started working AGS.(auto-mounted grenade launcher, - ed). From him flash not see, but only the balls of dust, of course fragments also can't see.

Your piece I was caught in the left side. Punctured lung. Honestly, not even scared and emotions - zero.

Still on the mountain I learned: turn off the fear and find a way out of the situation. I checked that the fingers in the wound is not too large, pomatomus a little and rolled over on his back to be recharged. At this point arrives Vogue (oskolochki ammunition for grenade launchers, - ed). where exactly I have not seen, but the blow was very strong. I wondered why I never flew with the APC. Realized that another kind of bun I simply will not stand. We must somehow change the place. Lateral position on the BTR - safer. I turned and saw a Climber, but looked at the guys, and there was about 20 people, and all of them were covered in blood. Who's got the ear piece was torn off, one leg wound to the hand in the head. When I remember those moments, you realize that it's really terrible things. Then looked at the spare wheel, it was hanging on the rope, and in order to shelter from the bullets, I had to go down below to the ground. Don't know how, but with the upper point I climbed down. Sat inside this wheel. While I was climbing, I have caught a bullet. She went to the edge on the right side, and flew to the area of the Appendix. Along the way she broke my liver, kidney, intestine, but I didn't even feel it. Only felt that I had on the right side of the internal organs are numb. The right lung was shell-shocked from the explosion and did not work. I realized that I might lose consciousness, tied a rope left hand, so as not to fall, or at least to me dovolani to a roadblock. And if you will not take, that was somebody in the ground to put. Then leaning on the machine, I fell tactical glasses and I started watching them, clutching her eyes, realized that lose consciousness. Before his eyes appeared clear. In this state, I drove up to the roadblock.

When the Hail started to hit directly by hospitals in Debaltsevo, I moved to Donetsk. There I for the first time in my life, and I hope for the last time, did an enema. It was a mistake, because I had multiple shrapnel wounds of the intestines, and no water in there to fill it was impossible, in Kharkov was hit with a three-day peritonitis. Then damaged again and gall bladder. There I laid on the operating sthml. Operations were carried out in several stages. I was going to the best surgeons of Ukraine. And for the second time, so symbolic, under a bunch of painkillers, I lie down on the table, not knowing what to think, what to expect and hear outside the window, people singing "red root". I don't know whether some of the rally was, or simply support the wounded soldiers, but I was torcolo.

After surgery I was transferred to the regular regional hospital in Kharkiv, in intensive care, because they saw that I was serious. And I was serious, but stable, so to speak. I was all cut up. Had seams on three sides. If you add up these seams together - you will get about one meter.

This regional hospital I called the hospital of the 90-ies". Full of cynicism and medical negligence. The staff there was very little, and from them it was very difficult to even questioned wet rag. I, being in intensive care, he pdease. He was shot down himself temperature, so that my fever was not. Because to my left lay people, from fever dreaming 4 days. And I all these days listened as he's delirious. Sleep was impossible, because the guy was talking, shouting, and when it is deactivated, then the staff is not allowed to sleep, because it ran over him. I had to monitor their droppings. Days in the hospital were the worst. I just wanted to cry, tears were pouring yourself, because you're just stuck. You all so heavy, you're lying and I can't help it. I asked the doctor to transfer me to another hospital because they thought I would go crazy. Some guys should send in Kiev, in a military hospital, I was sent with them.

I lost 22 kg weight. Now a little better. In Kiev 2 days just sleeping. Then began the next phase of my treatment, when I realized that I had finally rested and that you can gradually raise himself to his feet. Here, thank God, for a long time I girl washed her feet. I was amazed that they ask and just do it. On the first day, when I was transferred from the intensive care unit emergency surgery, the chamber was all volunteers. I couldn't understand what they want from me, and each of them wanted me to help. In the house everything was removed, because I had problems with light,then washed tulle and curtains, everywhere wiped the dust. Now I am very sincerely grateful to these people. I had even at night.

For a week I had a chance to sit down and overcoming ourselves to do step by step. Daily set himself a new challenge. Because I really wanted to get well. And this is the only hospital for the first time I was scared for myself because of fear for his life, I was not. I didn't know whether I get on my feet, to eat, to go to the toilet, because my side was inserted tube - revision of the intestine, and hung colostomy bag. I had some thoughts that may remain until the end of life with the package. In General there are many things I knew, but one that I must get on my feet and see his son. Because this is my angel, which is the meaning of my life.

After I took the last remnants, was transferred to the Central hospital of the Ministry of internal Affairs. I am infinitely grateful to our volunteers and just good people. I understand that doctors did half the work, and half of the common people. Mentally and spiritually I am healthy because of them. There is my wife first brought Sinalco. I nicolasa analgesic, but went for a walk with him.

Later in the hospital I finally stood on his feet, I sewed this drainage with calorimeter and was discharged. I was able to travel long distances: went to his brother, because when he got married, I was in the war. When his son was born, I was also at war. After him I had to go to Uman on the tomb to the Climber. When I realized that he died, I had terrible bouts of depression. It dawned on me that I'll never see him, you will not see Psycho - boy of intelligence, uncle Kolya, who I was after the first rotation. Oleg Dog, I know that it did not wait for the mother, father and little daughter.

I went to the grave of a friend to ask his mother for forgiveness for not being preserved. I relieved when I finally saw her, hugged and apologized.

And I convinced myself, with my own eyes that the Climber is not. His mom sent us 5 thousand UAH to fix the jeep SUV for the front. I know how she cries for a lost son, and shall help her, and not Vice versa. It was then that I realized how strong we invincibility of the spirit, and perseverance to continue to do his job, because his mother continued the work, which took her son.

Back in civilian life, I didn't know what to do next. Nothing else but service machardie, I have not seen. And was very upset that I can not take back. I wanted something really substantial to do, because it's not fair - caught the bandit bullet and you're no longer needed.

If not, the service, the abyss. Don't know what to do with themselves. Earlier whom I worked and a lot of know how, but now everything is different, after the war, after being wounded, everything changed. But I still got the answer OVER the Commission, where it is written that fit for military service under the contract. I had to convince every doctor that I will be able to do something. Each of them I asked them to allow me to be a clerk. I want to be useful. Just useful to their fellows, to machardie, for their country.

Now after another fee I will sign the contract and I think to go into medical company clerk. This company is now being formed. I would like to make our medrete was not inferior to NATO samples, because of the fact that not drove Climber, I do not give rest. At the roadblock could wait for an ambulance. But instead of just one concussion, the doctor rode with us in the APC is here and all the help.

Medical company, which is formed, will be based in Artemovsk, it is the hospital which is reinforced by doctors, surgeons, everything you need. Her staff physicians.

I dream of peace in the country, about the content of state borders. Including Crimea. I dream that my son saw the borders of our country as they were when he was born. It's already shed a lot of blood, so I have no right to stand aside. I'm going step by step to do everything to defend our country to the last centimeter, strange I don't have.

And I dream to have my semuliki had two more brothers, sisters. And I really want to record a song at a professional level.

Text and photo: Vika Yasinskaya, Censor.NET

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