Valerii Repinetskyi

“We arrived at the airport. I called for my son. He stood there, looking into my eyes, and didn’t recognize me. His eyes were filled with death, emptiness, darkness… I shook him, hugged him, and he snapped out of it, he was so happy: “Dad’s here!”

… When we were retreating [on the day of the airport assault], they fired the Grads, shells landing just 20–30 meters away. He fell – I fell on top. He kept asking, “Dad, why are you lying on top of me?!…””