Taras Krupach

We suffered losses in equipment, and we had few personnel left. We were told: “Guys, you have to hold on, or was it all for nothing, our comrades gave their lives, you have to hold on, reinforcements will come soon, just one more night…”

… RGD grenades were exploding all over the place, but honestly, that didn’t bother us at all: we would get down – just another explosion, no one even wounded. At such moments, you get that “25th frame” feeling or something, it felt like time slowed down a bit, I would clearly see an RGD flying, and I would see it was flying right here, at us. I couldn’t run out and around the house, I would have run right into their firing sector, and the only thing left, for me and the guys, was to fall to the ground and pray. We all got down, and I started counting in my head: 501, 502, like when you jump with a parachute, I’m counting: 501, 502, 503, 504… I keep looking at that grenade, and it’s just lying there and that’s it. It didn’t explode, and I said that, once again, Good Lord saved us, he was looking out for us, very, very carefully… That’s it. We were told to hold on – we retreated