KYIV, Ukraine—There were three beds in the hospital room. Two were empty and in the middle bed was my friend Nemo. He was naked except for a white sheet haphazardly draped over his crotch.
A mess of tubes extruded from his chest and torso. A long bandage went down his abdomen where the surgeons had opened him up. His legs were like a Jackson Pollock painting, covered in amorphous patches of red, purple, and black.
I knew Nemo from my time on the front lines in eastern Ukraine, while I was embedded with the Ukrainian army’s 93rd Brigade in Pisky.
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Source: The Daily Signal
