Yevhenii A. Herasevych

My dear ones, without you, the day is never white, there is only midnight sorrow that devours my soul. I have grown tired of the forest with its autumn beauty. God grant me to breathe you in again. With you, my son, to kick the ball in the dusty yard, and to play badminton with you, or your game… I want so much to hold you all close, to hug… And never let go again. Yevheniy Gerasevich. Vasyl Terelyuk, combat comrade: "We were ambushed together then, it was the first half of the day, in the city near the hospital. The first to be seriously wounded were Shandor and Ihor Kozyar… Immediately after them, Vitalik and Zhenya were killed by a burst of gunfire… Unfortunately, it was impossible to approach and retrieve them due to the heavy shelling. Shandor died in my arms; he had a bullet wound in his neck. I dragged him to the boiler room and left him by the chimney, thinking we could retrieve him later… At that moment, we needed to pull out the living — Ihor, who had both legs shot, could not move. Thank God that under such heavy fire, I managed to pull him out of there with Veresnyak. He saw with his own eyes how Vitalik and Zhenya died because he was closest to them. Unfortunately, it was no longer possible to return for the bodies — at night we began to break out of the encirclement…"