Essence of Time unit in Donbass. The Becoming. Gazetchik

I was lying on the ground, trying to identify by whizzing and air vibration where the shells will hit – closer or farther. A minute passed, explosions were approaching. The earth began to fall on top of our camp. Thoughts were rushing through my head – maybe we should do something? “It’s getting closer”, the guys whispered. Finally Matros – squad commander, member of “Essence of Time” cell in Donetsk – decided to calm down the personnel and express the general opinion. He addressed the commander of the unit who was lying near us: “Commander… Volga! Maybe we should move?”

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