Women in the war. Paramedic Swallow - about women in the army, one trench with a man for two and loss of a friend at the front

Here I saw how artillery, mortar battery and other unpleasant things work. And even the drones I do not like now, too, flew over us too. Even somewhat dropped on us. We have to be mobile. Here at any time we can break and move to another point. The stock cannot be done. I had, but we lost it during evacuation. I have two plastic boxes that fit everything. The main thing for me is that the unit is provided with first aid kits. Volunteers help more.

I somehow asked for a "fast" car for the evacuation of the wounded in state funds, when I was in Kiev. I asked everyone to: deputies, Kyiv City Council . . . In principle, I still wait. I lost my friend at the front. At that moment, it was about 200 meters from what happened. We were on the front line of the front. We are closer, they are further. But the people who stood there burned themselves if you say straight.

The quiet you sit, the smaller you yell, the landing, the more likely you will not notice you. It is important. As soon as there was a bundle - there was no light in the landings. Dark the same if your eyes close. No cigarettes, or if smoked, twisted, to be visible. Because cigarette smoke is visible in the thermal imager very, very well. The unit that was there made itself known. Therefore, the tank worked on them. Then they said that they caused an evacuation team.

There were many wounded, the physician of that platoon was already dead. My friend went, his name is Igor Kravchenko. He was a good veterinary surgeon. And literally in 2 minutes I hear that someone from the brigade says they have wounded. It was instant. Shot - and a fragment killed. My husband and I serve in one unit. We are almost always nearby. In the evenings, when there is a time, we communicate, we drink tea together, we hug. There are moments when you can only sit together.

And in principle, we dig one on two. It was wildly uncomfortable, we dug a small and in the equipment could not lie down. And if you lie on the side, then in principle normal. We talk to him quite frankly. I know: he also believes that I am morally helping him, because I can really go crazy. You dug a trench and you can't do anything because you are fired. You can't push your head, you wait 4 hours when you come out to eat a little. Morally - it's difficult.

And when you lie in this trench for two, you communicate about something - it distracts. I am in the unit one girl, but it is not felt. They [boys] joke with me like everyone. If so then we are all equal. They understand the physiological nuances - that I will not be able to carry a 40 kilogram box with supplies. They prepare, I prepared twice in the whole war. The cabbage is shredded, the soup is cooked. I have a 42nd sized boiler and pants. At first I was given 46 sizes. I crossed my pants.