I felt then that perhaps my parents were able to bury. Moreover, my mother for 8 years as a blind, but my father died recently, in April. He had cancer, and his squinted just 2 months. In the morning called the elder brother and said that all who could come out, that is actually called to say goodbye. Parents I wouldn't be able to say this.

I was born and live in Mlinov, it Rivne region. Until 2009 he worked in "the Eagle", and then in private security. When in August, I got deployed, I reacted calmly to the sofa for the war I'm sick: I didn't want to sit and watch as dying young boys.

Asked the military in the 80th brigade, because there when he served in arrears, and after a few days went on jaworowski polygon. Stayed there from August to October. First we went to Konstantinovka, and after some time there we've begun to distribute some.
I then informally put the second-in-command of a platoon, and now this post is called - chief Sergeant of the unit, the title of Sergeant.
Our platoon was divided into a few groups, some went to the security headquarters in Thin, Thin when bombed, they moved in the Water. While others formed groups, including mine, was quietly sent to the airport. We had to sit there for two weeks, but it so happened that he stayed in the terminal 5 through January 21.
We stopped with shame, so to speak, through sparsity checkpoint. So the leaders agreed, but it was humiliating. We were accompanied by their tanks, armored personnel carriers. The enemy had thrown all our things, reviewed them, because more than one "horn" for one soldier to carry.
But despite this, we all rushed there. When stopped, the unloading went very quickly. Guys we changed, went. At first it was more or less quiet, but around Christmas they started to fell their tanks, like a big artillery. January 14 tower fell and all the tanks have focused only on us, that is, the attacks have become more massive. There was a day when both sides were beaten 4 tanks and one "Sushka". We just kept the second floor, stood with the guys on the post "Positive". The only place where it's sheltered from the shells of the tank is the Elevator shaft, it was made of concrete. Although the tank punched and concrete, but there was still more reliable. Often we worked with LNG. Once lined up three tanks in a row and stupidly beaten to no end, even to recharge did not go. Just came KAMAZ and brought them ammunition. Our artillery tried to beat them, but it is very difficult to get into the tank. In the last days of the defense of the airport, we generally called art on myself, because that was just f#PA,not attacks. And we still stood. And each felt that he had to endure that. At least with the tanks we find it difficult to cope, but small arms we Sparv specifically "draconity". They were afraid: first hunted us gases, only then were going to storm. And we are back with one arm covered his face, and the second shot. And they retreated.
Before the explosion at the terminal the fire started. Whether from Wagw, from AGS lit up a pile of garbage, which it was impossible to get to, because it was all mined.
It happened in the area of the second floor. There was so filled with smoke that even in the imager impossible to see anything. At first we thought that the enemy abandoned dymovuhu, in order sturmanite. We formed a chain focused, but when I saw the fire, realized it was a fire. Demolished into a pile all the fire extinguishers that we had. And half of them didn't work, because hypothermia talking. We have examined them, the powder poured in some capacity, and the guys climbed on the valve, on the profiles to sprinkle this powder on top of the fire. Go to the bottom it was impossible, because everywhere were stretching. The fire was fortunately extinguished. If failed, it is unknown how it would all end.
On 18 January I, Senik, Vova "small" and Valera took a box of grenades and a box Vohv guys we covered the bottom, and we went up to 4th floor. And went there because I saw on the third Sparv. They never thought that we would break through, because the third floor was booby-trapped, but we came up the stairs on the 4th and they started to throw grenades. In response, began to work them heavy, and when a meter away from us exploded 2 RPG, we slowly began to retreat. It is strange that neither the splinter in us got. While he was away from the monastery, in our direction began shooting from LNG.
The weakest gas attack was on January 19, after the first explosion occurred.
I was thrown, took off his helmet and covered the wall. Lucky that I fell between the boxes of ammunition, because otherwise the wall would crush his head, but his legs were podoshlo already. On the right was a fracture on the left torn ligaments.
I found my machine, but it was very broken. I got under the hands of a "left" machine and it was very timely, because after the explosion, once settled the dust, spare just climbed up from the storm. I started to shoot, but literally 5 minutes later my shoulder was hit by a bullet went clean through. Went through the shoulder blade and lodged in Bronco. When we got out, me the Games section Zinic, our medic. Injected analgesic, took that bullet. It turned out that she corked the hole in the body and due to this I lost a lot of blood.
Before the second explosion we heard how they mined the basement, climbed and strobili support columns. But to us there was not the go. Despite this, we had no panic, and we knew that sooner or later they'll blow it.
20 January, when exploded, for a moment all fell down, no one had time to even understand what happened. From above the ceiling flew at us. I am lucky that I have filled up only on the chest. I've been hit by a fighter, or 93, or 95, he was without legs, or rather the legs are kept only at the expense of his pants. Begged me "finish", of course, I wouldn't be able to do it. A minute later the guy died anyway.
I found with my subordinate platoon Senic. Dug up, and I slowly began to crawl through the debris on his knees, because that's where the height was 5 meters. Guys long has get the other, and the screams were terrible: someone just screamed in pain, someone to his left.
I crawled up a small floor area, which remained after the collapse. There was going our there, carried the wounded and dead. And I lay down, as from the third sleeve I got hit in the helmet with an RPG. And here again were lucky shot only struck from the side, cut pukacki, and the hole was such that fist coop.
Hard to look at the wounded, many who died easy on the eyes. To morning serious there are very few. First for help went Rahman (http://slavaukraine.net/en/news/heroes-glory/2412-signal-rahman-when-filled-up-me-at-the-airport-i-thought-it-is-good-that-2-machine-guns-nearby-will-be-able-to-shoot-back.html with Sanicom. But until we almost could not be reached and we could not give them cover. The guys did good job, then tried to break through, because this could be expensive in one end for them.

Next came a group of 14 people, leaving only the walking wounded and heavy lying.
I felt then that perhaps my parents were able to bury. Moreover, my mother for 8 years as a blind, but my father died recently, in April. He had cancer? and killed him just 2 months. In the morning called the elder brother and said that all who could come out, that is actually called to say goodbye. Parents I wouldn't be able to say this.
In the ambulance that came to help us, spare a couple of times fired RPGs and it burned together with people.
The day dawned, I suggested SVR (http://slavaukraine.net/en/news/heroes-glory/2366-soldier-andrey-north-from-under-blockages-at-the-airport-we-got-not-all-but-everyone-who-gave-the-vote-pulled-out-precisely.html) yet to try out, he would not, he hesitated, but then agreed. We are fortunate to lay down a very thick fog. Igorek Bronowicki helped me out through the sleeves, he with his injuries I would not have coped. And we Svera, and he was with a wounded leg, gradually went, supporting each other. When I came out, he knew that the chances of us a small but captive surrender is not like. I had a partial bottle in the machine, so I made my own grenades, in case of capture. Because if the enemies found out that I am from intelligence - even more would have been shot.
I was barefoot, because after the explosions I had no shoes. North gave me your scarf and I was taped to his leg Nakano not to freeze your fingers. When enemies are shot, we fell down, waited, and then moved on. So little by little we made it through Vzletka. Out into the brilliant green, sat there and breathed that the airport behind. We knew that it was booby trapped, but found the gully, where there was a technique and it climbed on. When we got to the radar tower, where our koriguvalis stood, they did not recognize, because we were black, grimy. I raised one hand, waving to us was shooting and noticed and shouted: "Boys, it's his!" "and they're like, "Glory to Ukraine!" "Glory To Heroes!" we answered. Then the guys told as to them to go because everything was mined. We slowly passed. And there we were put into a car and taken to Water. Sections, fully inspected. On my leg splint and sent in selydove, there incorrectly put plaster. Then I sent for a couple of days in Dnepropetrovsk, handled the ball wound. And subsequently brought to the winery, took pictures, up put a titanium plate. There I remained for treatment. In front of me even surgery have to Unscrew the plate and put on the left leg, because it's not the same sort of problems.
For me in this war it's a shame that soldiers do not appreciate: was the information that on January 19, we had to evacuate in the morning, but for some reason, by whose order, 90-th battalion went to the assault of Spartacus and Monastery. These assaults failed and literally half an hour after the explosion occurred. I aired on the radio, you need to negotiate the evacuation of sparami because the wounded need help. I someone has answered: "And who are you anyway?"
Conquered, and now we have to run a lot to collect the necessary documents. And the families of the victims, and their children? They are the first to deserve benefits and assistance. We have a social advertisement that promises a lot, has a Patriotic laws, implement them, but for some reason do not perform.
No matter what, I still do not regret that went to fight, because he made at least some contribution. And this is primarily valued by people. Returned home a hero to his parents, for his son, for friends, for children in school, for my kids is important. And not be ashamed before him that didn't give up and stayed home while the country goes to war.
I want all this to be over as soon as possible, because if not over, to die yet a lot of guys - and this is the worst.
Text and photo: Vika Yasinskaya, Censor.NET
Source: http://censor.net.ua/