January 20 morning, they partially calmed down, and then there was a big Bang. I was just talking to a Psycho Igorka, our medic, and Crab. So all three of us and flew. I something caught his foot and hung upside down, perhaps it saved me. The face was split, blood one eye filled. When unhooked, found that my right arm fragments and an open fracture. And the PR around this stood strong: “Pitaniya.... guys... where's my hand....where's my foot,” who was screaming the fuck up, I love it!

My Callsign Spartan, I am a master Sergeant first airmobile company of the 90-th separate airmobile battalion 95 brigade. Then we were disconnected, creating 81 Brigada.

I was born in Sumy region, the village of Panasivka. For me, this whole war has come, as soon as the referendum in Crimea.

Even before the army, I enrolled in a military school to the faculty of intelligence. Wanted to serve. I passed on the maroon beret then, but it so happened that at that time the people for whom the service was a vocation, this state is not needed.

So I served a term, then re-enlist in the special forces and wanted to leave the French foreign Legion. But when I came to say goodbye to his former company commander, he said, "Not Durbuy guys work out in personal protection - the same adrenaline, but here in the Homeland."
I stayed and spent many years in the personal protection of a billionaire. But when this situation has occurred, I started to call in the military. Said I'm so-and-so, I have such a military specialty, and I responded that we do not take these. After some time called me and said that the national guard and being willing to help. In this situation there was no choice, it is necessary either to protect the Homeland, or give up. And I went there as an instructor for special military training. And then was, as the Deputy commander of a battalion of combat training. With this battalion I worked for a month and a half, then was sworn in. The war was not yet.
When there were serious fights, I went to the recruiting office, took the summons, to show my wife that I did take. Phoned Zamboanga, Lieutenant Colonel Mayboroda, learned that will be set at 95 Brigada, and went there. At first we were like third battalion 95 brigade, then made a separate 90-th. After three months of the polygon, in early November, went to the East, in Konstantinovka, where the permanent base of the battalion. They formed a new 81-Aya, it's called Donetsk air assault brigade. I left a little earlier, he was assistant commander, and when the company was still engaged in the construction, we have come toured all the villages around the airport: Skilled, Water, Thin, Sand, Orlovka and so on. There chose the position for howitzers, mortars, i.e., to solve global issues of the battalion.
In late November, our units began to come to the airport to the tower, on the pumper. At the same time and there were two hundred. All were 24 years old. Roly Foresters - fellow, he served in 95 by a sniper and lived troopers. After being injured two weeks he was in hospital, 8 operations survived. He's in the back came in many pieces and the insides had fallen out. Doctors kind of stabilized, and then in a fit of some kind, whether fought with the guy, or fuck knows, all tube broke. Was bleeding internally and could not be saved.
At the airport on 2 December I covered mine and I got a concussion and injury to the Zenith, there Posna part was. And the kid away from me head ripped off. We just missed him. He has on a helmet "rook" was written, and a helmet with the head flew off.
And I was severely contused, the membrane broke up, the fragments received. I woke up in a different place, not sure how creeped out. Probably worked the subconscious that there is danger. He saw me and took out to the guys from Avdeevka 79th brigade at 80 Armored personnel carrier.
From Avdeyevka sent to Thin. There our late medical orderly Sasha Kondratyuk pulled out a splinters, obkololi. From the severe concussion I was very torn, so the next day he took me in selydove, and after a day out - in Dnepropetrovsk.
There I visited one Lesnikova, but on the same day he died. So I prematurely released from the hospital and went to the funeral. Came back to change anything, it was a Commission, but knew that in the beginning of January will be the arrival of our boys at the airport. So when I was given the direction to the MSCE, took it, but instead the Commission went into the terminal.

And decided to go, because that's where my boys were sitting, one only Ivan Ivanovich (Crab),which is a small, but dukhovity incredibly, was worth! When he saw me, surprised: "What are you doing here again in the terminal?" And I said, "Brother, came to rescue you!" Sorry for him really, he's after the second explosion was killed. And he, I believe, should assign a hero as anyone who voluntarily went to the airport.

We drove at night, and many did not expect that there will be such. I believe that such operations have to drive people motivated and mentally prepared for this. Able to act as part of a group and independently make any decisions. I've just arrived and from the outside we were immediately covered "mohnatyj", grenades f-1, and when ran into the terminal, separa began to extinguish with mortars. We realized that this bag because the territory is small, but has adapted. The morning came, he chose his position. As a rule, at the time was adjusting the fire Crab and North (http://slavaukraine.net/en/news/heroes-glory/2366-soldier-andrey-north-from-under-blockages-at-the-airport-we-got-not-all-but-everyone-who-gave-the-vote-pulled-out-precisely.html). We have identified the sector. Of the newcomers, 4 man of steel to new posts, and three of them were at loose change. When dawn came, began the "heat". Killed our first fighter Oleh Musienko, and he was the only person who died before the explosions.
Enemies starmanila - send, then again the assault, and so on. Sneak up from the other room, tried to throw us Tripped, but retreated.
On January 19 and was hurled so well that me along with a chair as claimed meters at 5 - 6, ripped the helmet. Men who away sat and said, " Well, the Spartan - Khan!" And then I hear me say, #b your mother, as well to fight!" Oh, they say, alive.
And I yell that occupied defensive positions. Because the wall, the only one that covered us from their tanks, fell. Only the floors remain. And no protection. We barricade consisted of boxes of ammunition, after the explosion of their blown back down and separa immediately went forward. Well, I was hanging pouch with Tripped, the boys had something of weapons and we could "meet". Next to me lay Rahman (http://slavaukraine.net/en/news/heroes-glory/2412-signal-rahman-when-filled-up-me-at-the-airport-i-thought-it-is-good-that-2-machine-guns-nearby-will-be-able-to-shoot-back.html on the right, and Igor Bronevitsky with a machine gun on the left. In the course of the wreckage began to assemble a barricade of some kind, and here beside me "slap" and dropped the f-1 grenade, and they flew from the top, front and right. I throw the machine, doing a forward roll. Here, of course, saved the years of special forces that throw the grenade did not do the shooting. I got hit only feet - more than 20 pieces in it. Igorek Bronevitsky dragged me back. Guys I butorphanol (butorphanol - analgesic - ed.) pricked. And we fought almost until morning. In the morning the enemy had calmed down a little bit. Pravda ran a couple of jerks and throwing grenades, so much so that we did not sleep. This is the right maneuver on their part to put pressure psychologically. Because you spent the whole day fighting, do not sleep at night, and so two or three days in a row - it's very tiring.

January 20 morning, they partially calmed down, and then there was a big Bang. I was just talking to Igorka (Crazy), our medic, and Crab. So we are down and flew. I something caught his foot and hung upside down, perhaps it saved me. The face was split, blood one eye filled. When unhooked, found that my right arm fragments and an open fracture. And op so strong was standing around: "Pitaniya.... guys... where's my hand....where is my leg?" who screamed the fuck up, I love it!

Saw Psycho who was sobbing from the pain. Left - Eugene shouted: "Commander, shoot me...". This is my fighter, and he still died. In February he was buried.
Who could get guys, but I can get with such legs and a broken arm could not. Realizing that something we must fight back, I ponahodil "Flies", pulled out a box of grenades, machine guns not found.
When from the rubble pulled out all who were able, built barrikadki some, in fact, out of the garbage. Instead of the floor was a huge crater and a small bordyurchik behind the mesh. Put him on "two hundredth" and the wounded. And let's call the command, and say that need evacuation. They asked for the evacuation of a plan. I say, "negotiate with the separatists and make the hall because guys need to get a recumbent, they are all broken". But the command had its way, that is, did nothing.
Some guys at night left and I decided in any case to stay. Igor Bronevitsky told that too remains. Next morning from a heavy 5 guys died, including Eugene Azinu, Psycho. I once again contacted the command. I was told that negotiations are ongoing.
I waited a while, but I knew the boys "out" already. The same Stasik Stowman (http://slavaukraine.net/en/news/heroes-glory/2736-heavy-stanislav-stowman-when-sparsity-sniper-saw-in-us-the-wounded-grenades-made-me-svd-wanted-to-finish.html), we regained consciousness, we were disconnected. What people need to save. And those who died should be buried at home, not in the terminal. Then I took a white cloth and went towards the old terminal. Went to negotiate the corridor.
Separa I was met between the second and third sleeve. It was a group of people under 40, with "Bumble bees" (flamethrowers, - ed). It turns out that they were preparing us to extinguish. And quench-there was no one there. Almost all were bedridden; two shots from "bumblebee" and just sarili us all. Someone from the enemy crowd "greeted" me by saying, "we are Now you will cut, to kill!"
Resune these - whether the Ossetians, or even someone non-Russian. But came to me dude and says, "I am Russian group commander, Callsign Serb. Told that they have there all Russians. However, I have seen and Belarusian-commando.
Then they swung me under the old terminal, to his elder Callsign Sailor.
I immediately said that our guys need to help urgently. And what I have come to agree on the corridor. He sent his doctor. But on my request to give the phone, so I can communicate with the command to export boys, the Sailor told that we will go to them.
Our seriously wounded were taken to the Donetsk regional trauma. And I went there. There, they have to pick-up "Linus", "Russia-24" work. And the others started in the basement of the SBU and beaten up. Branevitskogo after Igor bullying finished off Motorola.
But then no longer physically abused, and moral and psychological pressure was persistent. These separatist demons running around shouting: "the Fennel,#BCI, bastards, where are you came to our land?" Drove us around the city, different places where people died, in order that we can feel it, and here told what we punishers. A local crazed aunt yelled at us, kicked, threw eggs. In principle, they can understand when they are told that the city go the fennel and shooting at you from a silent (for a moment think) the mortars and kill your kids then what they may be?
The first couple of days were not fed, and then two meals a day. The morning porridge, in the evening, soup and porridge, probably, made. Four times a day toilet at a certain time. Built - in led. During called.
With us there were a delinquent sat - who behind blue dye, who else for something. "Hodgepodge" of people, of course, terrible - the Buryats, Chechens. Generally the builders of the young Republic is a symbiosis of the former cops and lesson. Was there a Priest who came in procession from Russia, Callsign Stalin.
They have, when the salary does not go, the idea immediately goes out. The money they get from Russia in dollars. Us ex-con guarded, nicknamed Brown. He got paid and for three days her slit. Ordered a bath, a prostitute, it still would be $ 100 stole.
And when I'm on the questioning came, I realized that he was in the film "White sun of the desert". Noticed two whites - in the form in belts. It's tough, just honest.
When I'm in the "DNR" started saying that you killed innocent people, I said that in the terminal civilians are not met. And when asked why I was fighting, said that the entire Ukraine, for the anthem and the flag.
But the doctors did their job fine: Stas Staibano, for example, the leg was saved.
I took the picture, bandaging legs and hands and was taken to the SBU. I remained there for a month, but some guys still sit. Still heard the promises about what will take them out. And the guys fought with dignity and worthy, so that the homeland can take care of it as soon as possible. In captivity are still a couple of people from Ilovaysk, major and senior soldiers. Think about how long! Already the 51st brigade not long ago, and they still sit.

Turns out that while you're still alive, still fighting - fit. And got into trouble all the fuck up. Even when we changed, it was confirmed: brought to Kharkiv, and no one knows anything. Like sheep herded. Someone was supposed to meet, to explain what and how. And so came counterintelligence, talked with us and dismissed all of whom where. Arrived in Kiev, too, have wondered what the fuck nobody wants. In the hospital, in the waiting room of a doctor was seated near us, and we sat waiting not sure what.
I broke down, called Vasily Budik - adviser to the Deputy Minister of defense, and say, "Hey, what the fuck is this?" He called back to the General some, then came the Colonel to us. In General, with grief in half, they have lunch in put, though we arrived in the morning.
And if not who can I call? Come here like this, and you have the direction of ask. I'm a month in captivity was, what the fuck direction of who to take, Zakharchenko, the fuck?
When I was sharing, it was one percent in the exchange will get. But it turned out that I'd managed to sleep. Voennie my was not and no one knew I was commando, and so would have taken somewhere in Russia on dismantling "the hero ". Thank God I'm in that exchange got, probably because my injury was a lot. From cyborgs they were released only wounded.
Returned and engaged in what went to the funerals of soldiers. Here Maxim Rasonic was killed and three children were left. I want to do now is the Foundation for children. Because the homeland will do it, unfortunately.
I have fighters were killed in November, and none of the awards received.
With battalion there were 120 people, including 30-some killed, others wounded, and more than once. I have three wounds, three contusions.
It is with this attitude of people normally motivate? So they went to fight. I now commissioned and well, that's a whole. There are arms, legs. And as it turns out, homeland took you, used and thrown out. My mother is the same Vanka Lesnikova calls and says: "Guys, do you even call sometimes!" By the way, I want to resolve the issue with the political officer, that at least some certificates do about the boys. Do it, send the family awards, will honour soldiers - for people this is very important. It is the memory of mothers and children.
I am most of the war was struck by the incompetence of the highest part of the Handbook. I just don't believe you can be so incompetent. Or they are intentionally doing this, or are the enemies and they should be dealt with. If you have, then I'm going to fight again, but not with this staff. Or you will have to make your own proven squad of warriors to choose their commanders.
Our situation is such that every soldier should be protected. There you go guys that are able to fight, but they die, and remain drunk and wimped some who sit in the basement and whine about not going. Die smart, motivated guys. Fighters rightly ask the question: "Why I go for surgery, not booze, and get the same money as the people who have been here and drink?" We need to move on to the qualitative component of the army.
Good song "Pliva Kacha", but very often it sounds in Ukraine. Grief-generals should be at the funeral to ride and parents to look in my eyes.
I first copped the boys - all young, 24 years: no wives, no children and only sons in the family. All Khan, the genus became extinct. I'm not saying that we should not fight. But not so thoughtlessly!
I'm sure me from death defended the inscription on the armor, which was written by my son: "Daddy, I love you!"
At some point in the war comes a special feeling is, when they are in full growth, shoot, not paying attention to anything. It's not that kind of fatality, although in part it is. I fighters explained that men, to be killed in battle is an honor. Not, of course, stupidly substituted. The principal is to complete the task and survive.
But at some point in its life is already on the drum. When I went with this white cloth, there was no fear whatsoever. Me then moved, that guys lie and die. I was aware that I can approach plunk - a joke. Then finish off to finish off.

Those who fight with us, they understand that we are soldiers - soldiers that question on the exit of the guys decided not command is their puncture.

And for me this is the biggest award that people are alive that their mom come in and say "thank you very much for my son!"

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