https://youtube/watch?v=tv5dQseNGBA&app=desktop Yarosh was attacked because someone betrayed him to the enemy (Transcript) We were driving in a convoy of three vehicles. My vehicle was in the lead and there were two following me. Our leader, Drmytro Yarosh, was riding in the second vehicle. We were on our way to meet with our brothers in arms from the army. We had planned to speak together on, well, let’s just say on operational matters. They opened up with their “hrad” missiles. Yarosh’s vehicle suffered a direct hit. It really is a miracle that anyone survived. You can even say it was an act of God’s providence. There was nothing left of the vehicle. Yes, there were injuries. Yarosh was seriously injured in two places in his right arm. He lost a lot of blood. Also wounds to his face, to his head, his neck, and I’m there other injuries that I don’t happen to remember. Exactly at the time when we were travelling along the road, that’s when the missile strike began. There must have been a traitor. The traitors are found at the top, at the general staff, it’s full of them, the government is full of traitors... it includes Poroshenko, the prime minister, all of them are traitors who are securing for themselves a comfortable future on the blood of Ukrainians. Poroshenko’s industries, the commerce, I’m sorry, but I’m telling the truth, it’s all on the blood of the Ukrainians. Look and see for yourself, Yarosh’s blood, here is my blood, and that of our brothers in arms, all over here. ... Yarosh is absolutely one very brave man. The first thing he said after being wounded was: “Where’s my weapon? Then he asked, “Am I still able to shoot?” Then he asked, no, sorry, the first thing he said was: “Where are our men?” “Are they all alive?” “Yes,” we said, “all of them are alive.” “Have they been extracted from the vehicles?” “Yes, we got them out.” That’s when he asked: “Where’s my weapon?” “Here it is,” I said. “How’s my hand? Can I fire it?” “Yes, you are able to shoot.” That’s how he reacted. When we were evacuating him, I sang Ukrainian songs to him to keep him awake. He sang along, he helped me sing. There was a medic who was caring for him. I forget his name. Dima, I think. He was an excellent military medic. He kept cheering him up, and kept saying, “keep him awake. Don’t let him lose consciousness.”
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