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An American War-Photo Journalist, Yosyp Mikhailo, travels to Ukraine
to document the ongoing war between Atheist Extremists and Religious
Extremists, and all those caught in between. In years prior, the Russian
Invasions of Ukraine have led the Russians to complete domination of
the region, but in September of 2022, a rebellion of religious Ukrainians
began and they worked to defend their religion and earn their freedom.
Many Pro-Russian Ukrainians have been recruited by the Russian
Military to work as civilian scouts, and informants for the Russian
Military. These people are the atheistic rats who are intimidated by the
Russians and are mere peasants. The Anti-Russian Ukrainians who are
religious insist that there is nothing that God cannot do, and refuse to
take up arms against the Russian Military. Despite the fact that their
families are slaughtered in the middle of the night like cattle hunted by
wolves, they believe that they may be saved even up until the moment
they are herded out the back door of their homes into the field to be
executed. They believe that God will overcome the Russians minds at the
last moment and show them some mercy. The Atheistic Anti-Russians are
want no part in the war and seem to almost dismiss the idea of its
existence. Because they dont believe in a higher power, they have
absolutely no hope and await their deaths.
This is what the world has come to.
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down in the decaying wooden chair behind him and took out a sidearm. I
photographed the situation as he blessed himself, and one subordinate
sank to his knees and held his face, as if he were about to cry. The other
one rushed to the commander and pleaded to keep giving orders and stay
in the fight.
, , ! [God, please forgive
me!] were the commanders last, barely audible words. The sound of his
sidearm was hidden in the sound of the sentries AK-47s, but one sentry
turned around realizing gunfire was coming from their six. He realized
the commander had just committed suicide and one of the lieutenants
was fumbling around for the sidearm, about to kill himself as well. The
sentry then threw his AK to the ground and sprinted toward the LT
blaring ! ' ,
! , !
ourselve !
! [No! If you kill yourself, God will not allow you into his
kingdom! You see we must accept our fate! We must defend ourselves
right until the last second! There is still hope!].
I decided I was going to head back toward the barracks that
held some of my belongings as well as the dying evacuees. Then the
entire tunnel collapsed and there was a massive explosion which knocked
me back a few feet and flung me to the mud. As I tried to get up I was
lost in the beautiful night sky. As I lay there, I heard nothing. I felt
nothing. I felt as though I was finally at peace with myself and
everything around me.
I stared at the constellations which were so clearly visible in
the desolate Ukrainian countryside. I picked out Orions Belt and smiled
to myself as I remembered the second last night before my final
deployment to Afghanistan in 2013. My wife and I spent the night
outdside. It was a rather chilly August night and the mosquitoes were
constantly flying around disturbing us. I could almost feel her soft lips
and sweet voice but she slowly faded out.