The plane woke me up
An ordinary Ukrainian grandfather
"On February 24, at 4 a.m., I was woken up by the roar of an airplane or a cruise missile, after which a deafening explosion occurred - somewhere in our native city of Zaporizhzhia. That's how unexpectedly, but at the same time completely predicted, war flew into Ukraine on the wings of death," he recalls in his diary Edward
"At 6:30, my friend Svitlana called and told me that Dnipro and Kherson were being shelled. She said that the war had BEGUN! Svitlana had never called so early. I jumped out of bed and listened to the news on ISTV - it's not panic, it's the truth!"
The main thing is that there is no war
Martial law was declared in Ukraine. Fierce battles took place in several directions.
"In my childhood, my grandmother often said: "The main thing is that there should be no war". It seemed that it was so far for the modern world... But one morning we wake up and understand that the older people were right, because the main thing is a peaceful sky above our heads, so that all loved ones were alive and unharmed!"
Everyone was learning light cloaking and was in touch with each other.
Children shudder from rocket explosions
"On the seventh day, I, my daughter and two grandchildren hide in the basement of our house when the sirens wail. My son does the same with his daughter-in-law, matchmaker and two boys. The children shudder from the explosions of rockets and shells," noted Eduard.
In his chronicles, he talks about the feeling of fear that could not be shown to his relatives, about conversations with colleagues who worried about them and advised them to leave. About how Ukrainian defenders heroically smashed enemy columns, and how occupiers mercilessly shelled our cities.