Utterly obsessed with these reddit guys that bought tickets to the Ukraine front with the expectation of being some sort of urban sniper seal team six operator only to get stationed in a meat grinder bunker on the front lines where they spend three days without sleep from the mortal fear and anxiety of the constant Russian missile bombardments, at which point they crack and desperately try to flee to the polish border because turns out war is actually a horrifying ordeal of profound and needless human suffering.
I know there had to be a moment where they woke up and realized: "Oh, I've made a terrible mistake." And I am desperate to know what that moment was like for them.
Judging by their social media and their likes for storm of steel, on the opposite many of them will feel in those trenches as if they were at the gates of Valhalla. People who don’t have those urges and mock the resolute of others willing to die for a cause will never understand that the blood of the warriors no matter the side they fight for is sacred.
You know war is literally real right? Like it's a real thing?
