Daddy, What is War?

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Apparently, many of you are tired of posts and articles about the war in Ukraine. I didn't plan to write about it, but I can't write about anything else now. I cannot write carefree and cheerful posts when a brutal, large-scale war is going on in my country. I sincerely believed that humanity had already developed to such a level that there could be no ordinary state attack on the state with the onset of thousands of tanks, artillery shelling, rocket fire, air strikes and landing. That's why the WORLD OF XPILAR Community Blogosphere Magazine is not published now. Honestly, I don't have time for Steemit activity at all.

I also apologize if I did not respond to your comments.

The night of February 24 was restless. There was a lot of information that Putin was about to declare war on us. I foresaw that it would be tonight, which is why I woke up every hour and watched the news on the phone.

Once again I woke up at 05:11. After reloading the news page, I immediately saw a large red sign reading "PUTIN DECLARED WAR ON UKRAINE." This news immediately caused a wave of emotions in me, my heart was beating at breakneck speed. The first thought: "How to save my child?".

In a second, I read the following news: "Explosions can be heard in cities all over Ukraine." And just then I heard a terribly loud sound of the plane. It seemed that he was circling at a height of only a few meters. This plane, or several planes, probably made a few laps, because the loud sound of the engines was heard for about 15 minutes.

Then, somewhere far away, there were sounds like explosions.

I later learned that a missile strike had been carried out at the nearest airport. Our intelligence knew about the strike, so it blew up military planes in advance so that they would not be damaged.

That day, as always, I went to work. Our chemical plants are an excellent target for a missile attack, so as soon as martial law was declared in the country, we began work to shut down the plants immediately.

After work I returned home. My daughter wanted to go for a walk with me. I said that it is dangerous to walk now, there is a war in the country. She asked, "Daddy, what is war?"

How to explain to a child what war is? I still haven't even told her we're all mortal...

When it got dark, loud sirens sounded everywhere. It was an air alarm. We quickly went to the shelter. But what is this shelter? No one was preparing for such events. Our shelters are basements, cellars or just some kind of pit.

This time we heard nothing. After some time, the air alarm was lifted. But we realized that we would need shelter now, so we started arranging them. The work lasted until late at night.

The night was sleepless. We were constantly watching the news and watching the attack of troops on our territory. The Russians came to free us. From whom? From ourselves? From the government we chose for ourselves in the democratic elections? What is our fault? That we want to decide our own destiny? We want to decide for ourselves who to be friends with. We want to make mistakes ourselves and learn from our mistakes.

The next day (February 25) I went to work again. We tried to make our chemical plants safe as soon as possible. We freed them from all dangerous substances. Now they can be bombed, nothing bad will happen.

We were all called by military enlistment office staff. I am not interested yet, because I have no experience of combat operations. Some of my colleagues went to war.

In the evening there was another air alarm, the child was scared again and I took tears from her eyes again.

Refugees have been coming to us en masse since Saturday, February 26. The people of our city are united, all working to build shelters. Everyone brings blankets, warm clothes, food, money from home.

Unfortunately, sabotage groups come with the refugees. We had to organize special search teams that constantly patrol the streets and report suspicious people to the police.

Air alarms have become regular.

People are actively supporting the army. Who has experience in combat operations goes to war or enters the territorial defense. Someone makes Molotov cocktails. Someone is weaving camouflage nets.

Today I transferred part of my money to the needs of the army. My company bought metal and I make anti-tank hedgehogs together with other employees.

This war is a people's war. All people are doing everything possible to protect the country.

I was lucky. Where I live, there have been no active battles. People from Kyiv, Kharkiv, Sumy, Chernihiv and other cities are going through real hell. They can tell such horrors that it is better not to know about... And a week ago we discussed which pizzeria bakes tastier pizza...

I know that many readers, especially Russians, will not like this post. But I am writing what we are going through now.

By 1939, Russia was already occupying western Ukraine. My grandmother told me about the events of that time. In those days the people came up with the saying:

We have been "liberated" and there is nothing we can do about it.

Now they want to liberate us again. Most Russian society supports the actions of its president, some do not, but like sheep listen to his orders. The war on TV is probably a very interesting spectacle.