Reporting Tragedy
I am greatly disturbed and lost for words. I was listening to NPR News. The great-granddaughter of a previous Russian president, I think they mentioned Nikita Khrushchev, who is now a U.S. citizen and resides here, was being interviewed. She reported that as the Russian soldiers entered Ukraine, young Ukrainian soldiers were instructed to lie on the ground to block them from entering the city. One eighteen-year-old soldier was taped crying, “Mama, I am afraid. The tanks are not stopping. I am afraid. Mama, Mama…” He was bidding his mother a final goodbye for a few minutes later a tank rolled over him and killed him! I could not imagine the horror and grief the poor mother felt when she heard his voice and saw him being crushed to death over the television screen. She must have lost her mind! Just listening to the report this morning made me shudder in horror and disbelief! It gave me nightmares. It haunted me! It still haunts me! How that poor family must feel, I cannot even conceive. This is murder! I cannot fathom it; I cannot conceive anyone evil enough to order such an inhumane deed.
My cousin Ola sent me the name of some potassium tablets that I should order. “What’s this,” I texted.
“In case of a nuclear attack,” she replied.
“What nuclear attack? No one is attacking the world! Putin is a bully, not a maniac, nor a fool!”
’’I hope you are right,” she replied.
Sorry, Ola joon. I was wrong, and you were right. Anyone who directs his army to roll over young soldiers is a ruthless and heartless monster!