My name is Viktor. My call sign is "Grek". I serve in the 46th separate infantry battalion, mobilized in April 2022. I immediately started the service because I had some experience in the ATO in 2017-2019.
During the battle, I did not pay attention to the fire exits, being a machine gunner, I was busy working, and a mine landed. I lost my right arm on the spot. I remember ringing in my ears, a strong taste of metal with dust and blood in my mouth. I lifted my head (in a second it flashed through my mind: "Damn, I lost my right hand, I lost my wedding ring, my wife is going to kill me"), and there were two bones sticking out. I looked at my legs: the left one seemed to be intact, the boot was in place, but the right one (something was hanging) was beyond repair. I crawled under a tree, where the (now deceased) Skarabei had laid three tourniquets. Accurately, quickly, "as per the book".
It was the morning of 29.05.2022 (my second birthday).
I was conscious all the time, right up to the operating table in Bakhmut. While being transported, we stopped 2 times because of a flat tire. I am grateful to all the doctors who "repaired" me. Judging by the stickers on my discharge papers, I had 3 liters of blood transfused. It's good that I have the popular A Rh+ blood type.
Already in Dnipro, I saw that my left foot, unfortunately, had no thumb, index or middle toes. But the surgeon said that that leg would remain, I would be able to step and walk, yet I would hardly be able to run.
Lviv. The first meeting with my wife (she didn't kill me, probably didn't notice the absence of my wedding ring).
The support was strong throughout the treatment. From everyone. In Dnipro, a nurse from the intensive care unit helped me make the first call to my wife, and we still in touch. Volunteers always helped, if I needed something, I just asked and they would bring it.
My brothers-in-arms were very happy that I survived. Unfortunately, Skarabei, my saviour, died in December.
I am still combat-ready for the future. Maybe not to the point of service at the forefront, but I can still be making hot coffee on the second line. I know what it's like returning to the base and see a bag with Combat Ammunition packed, ready to go, and something to eat.
And after the war my plan is: education – for the children, "marital duties" – for my wife.
We are collecting UAH 702,000 (amount to be clarified) for Myoprosthesis of the right forearm.