I have no experience of war - but the way you describe it reinforces my resistance to war and conflict. How awful and barbaric the whole thing is, and yet, and yet people must defend and survive. I admire the Steppe Wolves.
You paint a stark picture of the horrors of the war in Ukraine, the suffering, the dying, the burning under the "red-draped sky." "A touch is enough to slowly burn like an autumn bonfire." The human peril, the devilry in the drones and chemical warfare, but especially the phrase "year of no falling leaves" brings into sharp focus what autumn is to a Ukrainian soldier. You couldn't have written it better or touched us more deeply. What a band of brothers the Steppe Wolves are: thank you for telling us about them and I hope they receive official recognition soon. They certainly more than deserve it.
This story tells so much about the horror is so much more than simply war but also in th cruel way it is performed. I always tell people saying we should negotiate: to do that we need to negotiate with someone who will keep an agreement which is not the case
I admire the way you created atmosphere in the first paragraph, Ain, the crows on crooked branches ‘cloaked against a red-draped sky’, the trees ‘shorn of leaves and scorched with the effects of bombs’ and the ‘tinsel decorations floating from the sky’. I also like the way you return to the crows at the end, emphasising the bleakness of war. Thanks for giving some background to the title – all power to the Steppe Wolves.
Haunting in its truth, Ain. I can see the entire scene. Your matter-of-fact descriptions add a layer of pain and horror I can't explain. The crows at the end seal it. Thank you, also, for the information about the Steppe Wolves.
I have no experience of war - but the way you describe it reinforces my resistance to war and conflict. How awful and barbaric the whole thing is, and yet, and yet people must defend and survive. I admire the Steppe Wolves.
You paint a stark picture of the horrors of the war in Ukraine, the suffering, the dying, the burning under the "red-draped sky." "A touch is enough to slowly burn like an autumn bonfire." The human peril, the devilry in the drones and chemical warfare, but especially the phrase "year of no falling leaves" brings into sharp focus what autumn is to a Ukrainian soldier. You couldn't have written it better or touched us more deeply. What a band of brothers the Steppe Wolves are: thank you for telling us about them and I hope they receive official recognition soon. They certainly more than deserve it.
This story tells so much about the horror is so much more than simply war but also in th cruel way it is performed. I always tell people saying we should negotiate: to do that we need to negotiate with someone who will keep an agreement which is not the case
Very moving, Ain. :)
I admire the way you created atmosphere in the first paragraph, Ain, the crows on crooked branches ‘cloaked against a red-draped sky’, the trees ‘shorn of leaves and scorched with the effects of bombs’ and the ‘tinsel decorations floating from the sky’. I also like the way you return to the crows at the end, emphasising the bleakness of war. Thanks for giving some background to the title – all power to the Steppe Wolves.
Haunting in its truth, Ain. I can see the entire scene. Your matter-of-fact descriptions add a layer of pain and horror I can't explain. The crows at the end seal it. Thank you, also, for the information about the Steppe Wolves.
Oh man Ain — chilling snd sad. But bravo to Steppe Wolves. 👍🏼✌🏼🫶🏼
Beyond terrifying / chilling, my Friend.