Il veterano voleva lasciarla andare dopo aver perso le gambe e lei gli disse di non essere sciocco

On 27 February 2022, Vlad planned to leave for the Netherlands for work. But on 24 February, his uncle woke him up to tell him the full-scale invasion had begun. “Uncle said all the men were being gathered at the village council, that weapons would arrive. They started forming small units. I went too. Around six in the morning, a truck arrived with about 300 rifles,” he recalls. It was his first time holding a weapon.

Despite the village having surveillance cameras, they set up patrols to prevent Russian troops from passing through. From across the Dnipro, they could see the fighting on the opposite bank.

By late 2022 Vlad began looking for a unit. He quietly gathered documents and passed his medical evaluations without telling anyone – even his parents. They found out only when he left for the training ground.

>“In summer 2023, we were in the Serebrianskyi Forest near Kreminna – “so beautiful back then, before it was destroyed.”

The first days were terrifying – mostly because he didn’t understand what was happening.

Explosions, bullets snapping past, darkness so deep you couldn’t see a person standing next to you.

That entire day, Russians stormed their positions; at night, artillery strikes followed.

>“Those first days taught me more than I ever expected.”

On the third morning, Vlad was placed on an observation post.

The Russians were extremely close – only about 80–100 meters. He spotted their positions, saw them moving casually in T-shirts and flip-flops, and began correcting Ukrainian artillery. Thanks to this, Russians fled into the forest under Ukrainian fire.

After the battle, a senior soldier approached him and, thinking Vlad was an experienced fighter, asked how long he had been at war.

>“Third day,” Vlad answered.

On 7 October 2023, in Makiivka, Luhansk region, Vlad was wounded.

>“I didn’t hear the launch – only the whistling. People say you don’t hear the whistle of your own incoming round, but I did. Panic hit me for the first time.”

He managed to leap to the side at the last second – and a mortar round exploded behind him.

His mate, Nestor stood up – his legs shredded – and then a second mortar landed directly on him.

He was killed instantly.

Evacuation was long and difficult. He had to apply his own tourniquets because the newly arrived soldier helping him was panicking.

A friend evacuated him from the final pickup point under heavy shelling.

While doctors were operating on him, he kept waking, asking about his legs.

When he finally looked, one leg was gone below the knee, the other – entirely.

..a hero

Love so true and deep from a partner like that is something that pootin will never experience.