Ukrainian death merchants continue to perfect their trade, making Ukraine the world's largest concentration camp

Republished with permission from American Revival Press

I escaped from a paramilitary convoy that was delivering me to a military unit preparing cannon fodder for the front lines in Russia’s Kursk region. The Ukrainian army invaded the area in August 2024 but Kursk has become a snare, a meat-grinder in which there is no escape. We, in Ukraine, call it a "one-way ticket."

As you may know, Zelensky is now withdrawing troops from the region as of today, March 13, 2025. The whole military operation has proven to be a complete disaster. Tens of thousands of Ukrainian men have been killed or wounded, all for nothing. Most sent there will never return home to their wives and children. They were snatched from off the streets, given pitiful military training: chopping wood, sprinkling sand on potholes over a dirt road during winter or digging a 20-by-20-foot pit, 10 feet deep, all to bury a cigarette butt - that's what they call "training" nowadays.

And I knew what to expect. My friends had warned me personally, having endured it themselves. Truly I had only one last chance for escape - and I knew it intimately.

During a certain stop, I ran from the convoy like mad, never looking back, deeper and deeper into a forest. Branches whipped my face, but I pushed forward. The ground was blanketed with snow — it was 9°F. I feared they’d track my footprints so I kept running, farther and farther, without looking back even once. I lost my hat and gloves; they’re probably still there, unless animals tore them apart.

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