“They sent us to the front with no rifles. Told us to take them off the dead. Where’s command looking? Have you lost your fucking minds, you dogshit fucks? Are the Khokhols paying you extra to wipe us out? You fucking chickenhawks!”
— Russian soldier, callsign “Grumbler,” auditioning for his one-way ticket in the next meat wave.
The rage is real, but it won’t save him. In Putin’s army, complaining isn’t rebellion—it’s just the soundtrack to your own funeral.
No rifle, no plan, no way out. Just more bodies for the grinder. And they call this a “special operation.”
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