My husband has officially been (forcefully) recruited to the army
This has been the most surreal day of my life. A couple of hours ago, I was the happiest person in the world – my husband's mother has been visiting for 3 weeks, and this morning, she told us that she wants to pay off our debt. We owed an impossible amount of money, in the form of credit, after 2 years of rising prices in Ukraine. We are going to be in debt to her instead, and I think we'll be able to get by now that we won't need to pay interest. I asked my husband to buy us a bottle of wine to celebrate, so he went, and that's when they knocked on my door – we never open for anyone, so I got quiet and looked out the window from our kitchen; I saw my husband walking back with the wine, and for a moment I wondered if should bother saying anything. I figured it might be a neighbor, or someone else insignificant, but in the last second, I opened the window and whispered to him to leave and come back later. When he finally came back, we found a note, and it became clear that they were in fact recruiters. We are moving within 3 days, only bringing our essentials. We have to do this quietly at night. This letter is considered received by the recipient, whether or not they can prove that he received it, which means that they will start to actively look for him now. The recruiters otherwise walk around in the streets, and into shops, to give men the letter – if they can see in their database that the man already received the letter, they will use force as necessary, to bring him to the reqruitment office. Now that he revieved it, they will start to fine him, and it's a matter of time before they find him. I am scared. He says that he is not scared, just annoyed, but I don't believe him.
I have received messages before, on my former (now deleted) posts about this problem in Ukraine, from people who think it's my husband's duty to protect his country. It is not. It's the army's duty, and my husband is just a simple man, with severe social anxiety, who spent his life playing video games. The recruiters kidnap 18 year old children in the streets, give them a month of military training/drinking vodka in the barracks, and send them to the frontlines. The Ukrainian army is under immense pressure, and it is a lottery where you end up, once forcefully recruited. It is nothing like when American people serve willfully, in a controlled environment, in other countries' wars – the recruiters here are underhanded and violent, the military training is a sham, and Ukraine is vastly outnumbered in this war. Please understand. ♥
In case anyone thinks he can leave the country, he can not. I wish is was so simple, but Ukrainian men are not allowed to leave the country.
I write about my problems online because I'm incapable of repressing them, and talking – or writing – about them, is the only thing which helps me stay sane. Please do reply if you feel like it, whoever you are. I am not from Ukraine, I'm from Scandinavia, and my nerves have been tested since the day I arrived here, in 2018. As (almost) always, I wish you all a wonderful day. 🌻
I have received messages before, on my former (now deleted) posts about this problem in Ukraine, from people who think it's my husband's duty to protect his country. It is not. It's the army's duty, and my husband is just a simple man, with severe social anxiety, who spent his life playing video games. The recruiters kidnap 18 year old children in the streets, give them a month of military training/drinking vodka in the barracks, and send them to the frontlines. The Ukrainian army is under immense pressure, and it is a lottery where you end up, once forcefully recruited. It is nothing like when American people serve willfully, in a controlled environment, in other countries' wars – the recruiters here are underhanded and violent, the military training is a sham, and Ukraine is vastly outnumbered in this war. Please understand. ♥
In case anyone thinks he can leave the country, he can not. I wish is was so simple, but Ukrainian men are not allowed to leave the country.
I write about my problems online because I'm incapable of repressing them, and talking – or writing – about them, is the only thing which helps me stay sane. Please do reply if you feel like it, whoever you are. I am not from Ukraine, I'm from Scandinavia, and my nerves have been tested since the day I arrived here, in 2018. As (almost) always, I wish you all a wonderful day. 🌻