“Why haven’t you answered for so long, are you still doing training”
“Mum, I’m not in Crimea anymore, not training”
“Where? Dad is asking if we can send you a parcel”
“Mum, I’m in Ukraine. There’s a real war here. I’m scared, we’re hitting everything in sight, even civilians. Everything. We were told they’d welcome us here, but they’re throwing themselves under us, won’t let us drive…
…They’re calling us fascists. Mum it’s really tough”
Via friends & family across Ukraine, and just quoted at the UN