So, as most countries at war for several years find out, recruiting for replacements becomes more difficult as time and casualties accumulate. Things with the Rus are no exception. Mad Vlad has deepened his involvement and his clock is ticking: he's aging fast and his peeps are starting to smell a bad odor from Ukraine: the odor of rotting flesh, Rus flesh.
Recent media articles have described the experience of young Rus soldiers, recruited with the promise of a signing bonus, like a professional athlete who signs a contract with a pro team in the USA and other countries. But here, in the largest country in the world, recruiting has become more difficult. Even in the wastes of Siberia, that vast territory that comprises most of Russya, the word is out: don't sign up for the army, you will be sent down south without training and be ordered to assault a fortified position manned by experienced Ukrainian soldiers fighting for their lives. What could go wrong?
As the young man/soldier explained to the journalist, this is not what he signed up for. Yes, he was given a uniform; eventually, a weapon with minimal training. Then ordered to the front lines to join some unnamed unit; then ordered to join in an attack against fortified bunkers fully manned. Oh, then my fellow soldiers started dropping all around-dead. Oh, drones came in waves and chased us and fired bombs right on top of us.
Hmmmm. The Kremlin says it's time to step up and pursue elusive victory, soon to be in the grasp of liberation forces. Oh, NATO and Europe won't do much. Trump is our frine. Wait, he said he will rearm Ukraine. Oh, well. He'll change his mind like he always doers. Onward, forward to victory. Meanwhile the signing bonuses are left waiting for signatures. The word is out: stay away from the recruiting offices. Go to the cemeteries and pray you won't find your name on a headstone, not today or tomorrow.
The war grinds on as the Rus absorb over 1 million casualties.
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