Author: Nikita A. Ivanov
This is day 234 of war, I think…The days are hard to keep count of. The incessant screaming is like background music. We are stuck amidst this crisis between good and evil. Going to work every day is not a blessing. I have lost many friends, you make them as fast as you lose them here. We are the country side of Ukraine, it’s “safer” here. The village I am stationed at is ridden with the smell of death. In the age of quantum computation and the multiverse theory this all seems so futile. Yet we prevail in the name of glory…I just hope this will end one day. This is killing me but I am killing others, for what?
This rage I feel, I let it out on the anti-aircraft guns we are provided with knowing well that a soul is lost if I hit the plane. My colleagues are even crazier then me. They drink bleach and shoot the enemy by day, smoke by night, telling tails of a simpler life they had whilst bombs and lost bullets fall in the distance.
Luckily, Alison is safe at home with you, my precious little angels. She is a fighter, literally. I met a general by chance on a week I was able to escape from this dreadful situation. I taught her how to fight, she even went up against the general or at least someone who claimed to be it. We met him in a bar in Switzerland, while I was on vacation. The man was a coward…got beaten up easily by a 20 year old girl, thinking he was the king of the world. Probably had an ego complex or something thinking he could win against our daughter. Nevertheless it was a fun encounter, we got drunk and just let our problems at the door. We did talk about one subject that stuck with me, patience is key. He told me удачи тебе and we went our separate ways.
This letter might get to you but everything is so uncertain right now. In this darkest hour always remember this. Failure is not fatal, it’s the courage to continue that counts. I think it was some bloke who said this during the second war. Even though in this case, one shot in the right place may mean that I will never see you again.
Stay strong my tulip,
Leonard