Combat operations of the Ukainian Leopard 2A4 crew of the 155th Separate Mechanized Brigade in the city of Pokrovsk (Donetsk region). Date not disclosed.
Wasn’t that long ago when things were normal here. This was somebody’s home. Hell those tankers probably knew someone from that town they’re driving through. Fuck Russia.
They look like they are out there alone.
Those roads, those lanes, those fields, apartments, and cars. Those bus stops, those pine trees, bicycles, and shops and telegraph poles and curbside puddles. They were once the simple items of the ordinary. Everyday reminders of the banal, objects of the mundane, and the features of the trivial.
But, with this, they were also the glorious symbols of peace and humanity; of humanity’s striving will to craft love and hope and ambition out of the blandness that graces us in peacetime.
The Leapard 2A4 rolls on through these reminders of what Putin ripped from Ukraine, objects and items that Putin and the Russian people still have in their everyday lives to distract themselves from the suffering that they have inflicted upon Ukraine. The Leapard 2A4 rolls on. It rolls on towards a time when the instigators of these crimes will look up towards the sky and weep in pain, in torment, and in suffering. They will sob for the days when they, too, had hope in the ordinary, love in the mundane. They will fall to their knees in the damned realisation of their kind’s futility and rotten existence as their ‘everyday’ and their symbols of the ordinary dissolves into cesspool of lamentation, regret and suffering.
And us? Will we rejoice in the options we’ll have? Our options will be to either love them and help or end their suffering for good.
Slave Ukraine. Death to fascism.
The Ukrainians are just on another level. Defending the homeland, roaming about the city solo mode with one tank versus the Russians large numbers. The Ukrainians continue to fight back this is what the Russians wanted everyone to think about them but we all know the truth now..
The bicycle :<
Seems they got pretty far out there and risked it for only a few shots.
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Wasn’t that long ago when things were normal here. This was somebody’s home. Hell those tankers probably knew someone from that town they’re driving through. Fuck Russia.
They look like they are out there alone.
Those roads, those lanes, those fields, apartments, and cars. Those bus stops, those pine trees, bicycles, and shops and telegraph poles and curbside puddles. They were once the simple items of the ordinary. Everyday reminders of the banal, objects of the mundane, and the features of the trivial.
But, with this, they were also the glorious symbols of peace and humanity; of humanity’s striving will to craft love and hope and ambition out of the blandness that graces us in peacetime.
The Leapard 2A4 rolls on through these reminders of what Putin ripped from Ukraine, objects and items that Putin and the Russian people still have in their everyday lives to distract themselves from the suffering that they have inflicted upon Ukraine. The Leapard 2A4 rolls on. It rolls on towards a time when the instigators of these crimes will look up towards the sky and weep in pain, in torment, and in suffering. They will sob for the days when they, too, had hope in the ordinary, love in the mundane. They will fall to their knees in the damned realisation of their kind’s futility and rotten existence as their ‘everyday’ and their symbols of the ordinary dissolves into cesspool of lamentation, regret and suffering.
And us? Will we rejoice in the options we’ll have? Our options will be to either love them and help or end their suffering for good.
Slave Ukraine. Death to fascism.
The Ukrainians are just on another level. Defending the homeland, roaming about the city solo mode with one tank versus the Russians large numbers. The Ukrainians continue to fight back this is what the Russians wanted everyone to think about them but we all know the truth now..
The bicycle :<
Seems they got pretty far out there and risked it for only a few shots.
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