Hi cats. Long time no see.
In the last few days, while I was working here, I slightly changed my view of war, in a sense. In what sense? Well, before the war, while I was volunteering, going to the frontlines, I was usually driving and communicating with guys who are about my age, and about the same fucked in the head. Like, young guys, [...], paratroopers, marines... anyway, guys that were on my wavelength. And in the recent days, while I'm here at the front, I saw something much scarier (for the enemy). It's the Ukrainian uncle.
The Ukrainian uncle is just fucking badass, I'm telling you. The Ukrainian uncle is over 45. I often mix them up because they all look similar after 45, closer to 50. The Ukrainian uncle goes to war without any adrenaline or excitement. He's very calm, balanced... he just does his job. He has a task that he got and he's calmly doing it. Because he wants the job do be done well.
And this very tranquility that he does his work with - takes an RPG and blows shit up, destroys a tank, shoots that fucking helicopter, the K50 - this very calm, this complete... serenity, with which he returns from the task, calmly puts down the weapon, pours himself some tea, starts telling about his back problems, rheumatism, his grandchildren, socializes with his peers... This total calm is just so incredibly cool.
You get reminded of something ancient, something pagan, you know - like, Perun comes back from the fight, sits down in a chair, his doggy runs up to him, he pets it and tells it all about how he was fucking up ruskies today. And that's what kind of wrath Russians have awakened, this natural... this Nature itself, this uncle who came from his village to fight the war because Russians came to his land. And he'll calmly fuck them all up. In complete tranquility. And then go back home, because there's work to be done, children, grandchildren. And I'm telling you, Russians are completely fucked. When uncles like this go to war, the Russian prospects are absolutely fucking zero. The uncles will mince them up like salo... and they like salo.
See you again, cats.
These uncles are your parents - your father, maybe your grandfather. Take care of them and treasure them.