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Ukraine: a winter calm yet I already hear the thunder of the upcoming storm.
Ukrainian soil is about to get a lot more fertiliser.
It is what you don’t see that matters
Right now there is a horrific slugfest around Bakhmut akin to World War 1 trench warfare. Mars probably has more signs of life than some of that ground that has been blasted into a muddy hellscape, freezing over and awaiting the thaw to count the bodies left behind.
For those sitting in armchairs back home, the war is going through a mundane phase without blitzkreigs or swift moves or grand victories. Time to watch something else on the TV.
Skeletor, I mean Putin, seems to think an army of bones will bring him victory, and each day with a sacrifice to the God of death, he might gain precious ground or at least not go backwards any more.
They have tried regular troops, they have tried local conscripted troops, mobilized troops, Wagner contract mercenaries with prisoners and still the gaping maw and appetite of this hungry beast is not sated.
The Ukrainians, for their part, have been most obliging, firing HIMARS from across the horizon to preheat the Russians before their eventual consumption.
