Codename Hryhoriy, surname Kravchenko, name Konstyantyn.
How could I not fight, when the moscovites (pro-russia rebels) came to my home? On March 1st I saw all that scum by my house.
I looked at them and noticed that they weren’t ours: their eyes were katsap (a word used mainly by Ukrainians to refer to Russians in a negative tone - ed.) like.
And here my wife calls me saying she’s hiding under the table because there’s a battle in the yard, shots being fired from every angle.
Even now, many don’t understand what war is. What sparked it.
And when my wife calls and asks: “Where are you?” and I reply that I’ve gone to the war she says to me: “What war? Nobody’s fighting, everyone’s sitting at home.”
She calls and says: “I don’t understand what you’re doing there? Where are you?”
“Will you come to us?” “What will come of it if I do?” The reply was: “I promise you two things: first I’ll give you weapons and then the ability to fuck up the moscovites. You in?” Of course I’m in.
They gave me a weapon and the possibility. I have no gripe against anyone.
Truth be told, at that time I didn’t know myself where we were going. “Guys, we’re leaving. We’ll be there for a day or two. Don’t take much with you, all is good.”
Take whatever you have, and if there’s a bull, then take it from whomever…
That they were surrounded I learned later over the phone. And when I found out that I was surrounded, I realized it was brilliant.
I didn’t need to be assigned some sector or what not. I could shoot all over: the enemy was everywhere. Shoot up everything. And generally speaking, I think it’s best to kill the enemy when he comes up close.
And if you keep trying to dodge every bullet there’s no way in hell you’ll get anywhere. So we were in battle several days, then they pulled us out. We went to the school.
I caught three mortars. The first when, out of four I was left alone, it took off my finger and penetrated my leg. I noticed there was blood on my pants and thought: “This must be it.”
I got down on a knee, I wanted some pain killers. I just got the syringe when another mortar hits me in the arm.
I never did give myself the pain killer. I couldn’t even lift my weapon. It fell about three meters from me.
I ran, if you could call it running, with a nearly severed leg. I got to the school. The third mortar caught me in the schoolyard.
The shockwave hit me in the back, so after that I laid down.
You know, when I was lying around on Mechnykova (hospital in Dnipro city - ed.), there were all kinds of soldiers there, also from Ilovaisk.
They were crying, sobbing and wailing, stating “they betrayed us all, left us. How can we fight in Ilovaisk when there’s no submarine?”
I haven’t finished, I have a lot of unfinished business there. And if we get lucky, and have a chance to go back and finish them off, I’ll gladly do it.
Just send some patriots as reinforcements; we’ll thank them sincerely for what they’ve done.
There’s no need to fear the moscovites. Ukraine lives, lived, and will continue to live!