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GM
It’s the morning of June 9, Monday.
A terrible night.
The air raid siren was going off all night.
I don’t know how many times, 15 or 20. Even now, the siren is blaring outside my window.
I’m wrecked. My head is burning with pain, and I only managed to sleep in fragments, several 20-minute stretches between the alarm sounds.
It feels like I drank 20 cocktails of whiskey, champagne, and beer all at once last night.
The week is starting off badly...
russia bombarded the entire country all night with missiles and drones.
Kalibrs flew in from the sea.
Missiles from Tu aircraft and other aviation, ballistic missiles, and of course, hundreds of drones.
I don't know the aftermath of the strikes yet, everything is in the fog
I need to pull myself together and keep going… 34 replies
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