An excerpt from a new book by a Ukrainian author, capturing his daily experiences as a soldier in the war in Donbas. Five years on, the war still divides Eastern Ukraine.
The locals call us “boys.” We are all “boys” in their eyes. I don’t know what they call us in their private kitchens – cartels, robbers, pirates, invaders, liberators, armed forces, combatants, ATOs, heroes, westerners, these same ones, those same ones, simply military and soldiers, maybe even young soldiers, but to our face they all call us “boys.”
“Boys, have some water.”
“So there the boys stood, saw everything.”
“Come on, boys, help me with the stroller.”
They come