Sands. Meat grinder
14:10 08/02/2022
Author:
Serhiy Gnezdilov
What is there to lose, what else can be taken from me on the sixth day of my personal hell, in Pisky, a kilometer from the first street of Donetsk, Ukraine? The bodies of those who were dearer to me than my family are lying under the heat in the trenches, broken by 152 caliber. As I wrote earlier, 6,500 shells per damn village in less than a day.
It's been six such days already, and I can't imagine how even a small number of our infantry survived in this barrage of enemy fire.
No, I'm not whining.
Two mortars 82 and 120 are working on our side.
Sometimes he wakes up and "sneezes" two artillery barrels in the direction of Donetsk.
We hardly respond. There is no counter-battery fire, from the word go, the enemy puts artillery shells in our trenches without any problems, dismantles very strong, concrete positions in tens of minutes, pushing our defense line without pause or minimal rest.
The day before yesterday, it broke, and a river of two or three hundred was poured. I will not publish any statistics, it is forbidden in our country, but you have no idea the number and percentage of losses.
This is a hell of a meat grinder, where the battalion simply holds back the onslaught with their bodies.
For almost a week, we have been waiting for at least some kind of help that would hit the enemy's artillery, we, I repeat, are being fired with impunity with everything that the Russian military system is rich in, the aviation was working today.
Я пишаюсь керівництвом батальйону, яке залишилось тут, з нами. Комбат з нами, всі з нами, контужені, легкі трьохсоті, перев’язавшись повертаються через пару годин на позиції, якщо можна так назвати ці бездонні вирви.
Йде війна.
Але без контрбатарейної боротьби вона перетворюється на безглузду м‘ясорубку, де перемелюється за день шалена кількість нашої піхоти.
Ви точно хотіли правду? Ось вона, гола правда.
Їде резерв на позицію, закривати прорив собою, а через п‘ять хвилин з 15 людей цілим залишається один.
Тіла лежать. Якщо легкий 300, може, повезе, заникаєшся, і пішки вийдеш, дістанешся медиків.
Везли щойно трохсотого. Він всю дорогу кричав: - Де підтримка? Де артилерія? Чому нас кинули? Чому нас ніхто не прикрив?
Я не знаю, друже, чому нас ніхто не прикрив… Він кричить, а мені соромно, що я досі цілий і неушкоджений, лише пару разів добряче глухануло.
I threw up, I'm sorry, and I'm back in action.
All reserves are destroyed, military equipment is on fire, the enemy approaches and without any problems occupies our positions after another barrage of artillery.
Right now we are losing the Sands, all our human and material resources are almost exhausted.
Denys, a resident of Mariupol, who told me "well, I believe the arrestee, we will return everything very soon" is dead. He was wounded twice, they tied him up right in the trench, they told him, Denchyk, go to the evacuation, but he answered "guys, I won't abandon you."
Both wounded for the first time, and after the second wounding, he continued to shoot back.
We still haven't taken his body. On the ruins of the Sands, he lies with his arms outstretched and his gaze frozen. He asks for revenge. How can I refuse his latest request? How can we all leave Dan?
I believe that Dimka survived after all. Because he could not die, having recently returned from the hospital, having just proposed to his girlfriend. They say that after one of the parishes he simply disappeared. It fell asleep with earth. But, I believe that this is a mistake, and he is alive. Foolish hope and expectation.
I know, my country does not like to think aloud. But, I was left with no choice between victory and arrest. The truth should be heard, not whispers in the kitchen. Of course, he will fly separately for this post, because how? Yes, does the state lie to its own citizens?
I won't be surprised if someone says today: "Kremlin agent Sirozh told me about the brilliant plan of the victors on the Donetsk front, let's hang him on the Peacemaker."
I amused to say that everything is under control. Now in Pisky, everything is not under anyone's control, but for some reason the situation is being hushed up.
Clap broken bells while we cover the Sands with bodies.
We need artillery.
Give us something here to hold on to.
Sergey Hnezdilov