About strong men and courageous women

Probably, sending help to the guys “for the ribbon” was the most difficult for us of all. But at the same time, she became the most emotional, giving new feelings and acquaintances.

In June of this year, the father of one of our current defenders contacted us: the guys needed immediate help.

We got in touch with the fighter. He very modestly asked for the bare necessities – a night vision scope and, if possible, several camouflage nets. And we didn’t doubt our decision for a second. The very next week the sight was delivered to us, and we began knitting camouflage nets in the required colors.

And it seemed that everything was going well, if not for the delivery issue. We knocked our Dasha – Hedgehog off her feet with our bustle, clarifying routes, paths, possible unloading points, which we ourselves do not understand at all. And the deadlines were pressing. Almost every evening I am in touch with a fighter, every day I have negotiations with volunteers. There is an opportunity, but later. And later the guys could change their location and the search for possible paths would have to start from the very beginning.

And this sight, standing on the desk in your office, seemed to be looking reproachfully into your very soul.

But sometimes events happen when you want to raise your head to the sky and, realizing that you were heard there, say thank you!

Already late in the evening of July 9, our fighter wrote that the volunteer who was visiting them would, by pure chance, be passing through our city. We got in touch right away.

And to our surprise, this volunteer turned out to be another fragile girl, a little bird – Marina, another one of those women with a brave and reckless heart.

“Yes, that’s it, I will. Tomorrow. I know. I wanted to visit his parents.”

“Great, thank you very much! We will pass everything on!”

And the morning of the next day began with a bustle, but some kind of joyful bustle, as if everyone was preparing for a holiday or waiting for guests. We tied up, packed, called each other. We promptly loaded the car and delivered the parcels into the caring hands of the parents, who will pass everything on to Marina when they meet, along with their warm news from their home. It worked, let’s exhale.

But it turned out that it was too early. Marina arrived at the scene, but the boys could not get out, and there was no connection. Day, second, third. Silence. But Marina waited, kept in touch with us, reassured us. Only in the evening of the third day of waiting did they arrive. And what were those three days like, how many thoughts flashed through my head and there wasn’t a single good one in them.

Immediately in the morning she wrote: “We left, everything is fine!” And she sent news from our warrior! Stern and tired at the end of the day, he still found words of gratitude for us. How my hands and phone shook while watching this video! And the only thought that sounded deafeningly in my head was: “ALIVE!” It feels like you won your own little battle.

And such events take several days to comprehend afterwards, leaving so many thoughts and feelings, emotional swings of fear and joy. Touching words of gratitude from the father, who repeats “thank you” several times in a slightly trembling voice. The tired half-smile of a warrior. And all these women who find time, strength, courage, energy to support our guys in any way they can, to give them the feeling of another shoulder nearby. And women are so insultingly called the weaker sex. And looking at them, I remember Jack London’s stunningly poignant story “Woman’s Courage,” in which all the heroism, strength, devotion and sacrifice of a woman’s heart is surprisingly accurately and sensitively described.

“She held my hand and walked next to me the whole time. When I fell asleep, she woke me up. When I stumbled and fell, she picked me up. When I wandered into deep snow, she led me onto the road.” And in the end she sacrificed her own life for her man.

And this is exactly what they are – real women, and even more so, our Russian women. After all, each of the sons of the Fatherland has a simple Russian mother, and now there are no other people’s sons for the mother!

And it is on such strong men and courageous women that our country, our life and our future rests!

And we are waiting for you, guys! Each of you! With eyes that have forever lost their youth, with gray hair, with scars, wounds, with Victory, alive, home!