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Like any battlefield.

In the 28th month of.

‘Orcs’ wider war.

On Ukraine.

 

The place where he lay dying.

Hummed with drones.

“Miracle happened.

A drone approached me.”

 

 

His unit from.

The 47th Mechanized Brigade.

Was leaving.

Its positions.

 

Presumably somewhere around.

The village of Krasnohorivka.

When it came.

Under Russian fire.

 

“I received five gunshots.

And became unfit for combat.”

It’s unclear what happened.

To his comrades.

 

All alone and bleeding.

He crawled into a treeline.

And administered.

first aid.

 

But bandages and.

Tourniquets would.

Only delay.

The inevitable.

 

“I was struggling.

So I was hoping for.

A miracle.

—to be found.”

 

 

Like any battlefield.

In the 28th month of.

‘Orcs’ wider war.

On Ukraine.

 

The place where he lay dying.

Hummed with drones.

“Miracle happened.

A drone approached me.”

 

 

But there was.

No way to be sure.

The drone was ‘elves’.

Rather than ‘orcs’.

 

If he gave away.

His hiding spot.

To an ‘orcs’.

Surveillance drone.

 

The crew could have called.

In an explosive.

First-person-view drone.

Or artillery.

 

 

He took a chance.

“At his peril and risk.

He began to signal.

That he needed help.”

 

The 47th Mechanized Brigade explained.

“At first, he pointed to.

… the clock.

Saying that time was running out.”

 

“After that, he pulled out.

A military I.D..

Proving that he was.

Not an enemy.”

 

The ‘elf’ drone crew.

Got the message.

And helped organize.

A rescue mission.

 

 

Like any battlefield.

In the 28th month of.

‘Orcs’ wider war.

On Ukraine.

 

The place where he lay dying.

Hummed with drones.

“Miracle happened.

A drone approached me.”

 

 

Luckily for him.

The 47th Mechanized Brigade.

Is uniquely equipped.

For swift rescues.

 

The brigade is the ‘elves’ army’s.

Sole operator of.

American-made M-2 Bradley.

Infantry fighting vehicles.

 

Just an hour after.

Signaling the drone.

An M-2 rolled up.

To his hiding spot.

 

Two soldiers leaped out.

To help pull him.

Into the vehicle, inside which.

Medics apparently waited.

 

“I was taken away.

Provided first aid.”

The M-2 rushed him.

To the safety of ‘elves’ lines.

 

Where an ambulance crew.

Presumably took charge.

“Now I’m in a hospital.

Healing,” he said.

 

 

Like any battlefield.

In the 28th month of.

‘Orcs’ wider war.

On Ukraine.

 

The place where he lay dying.

Hummed with drones.

“Miracle happened.

A drone approached me.”

 

 

Shot five times.

In a recent skirmish.

West of the ruins.

Of Avdiivka.

 

A wounded ‘elf’ soldier.

Knew he didn’t.

Have long before.

He bled out.

 

So he signaled.

A passing unmanned aerial vehicle.

Gambling that the drone was.

‘Elves’ and not ‘orcs’.

 

And that the drone’s crew.

Would alert.

A rescue team.

The gamble paid off.

 

His drone gamble.

Saved his life.

But the speedy.

M-2 helped, too.

 

The daring rescue is just.

The latest reminder why.

The 47th Mechanized Brigade.

Is so fond of its M-2s.

 

 

Like any battlefield.

In the 28th month of.

‘Orcs’ wider war.

On Ukraine.

 

The place where he lay dying.

Hummed with drones.

“Miracle happened.

A drone approached me.”

 

 

*Because I read “Shot Five Times, A Ukrainian Soldier Lay Dying. So He Signaled A Drone, And Prayed It Was Ukrainian.” by David Axe on11 June 2024 on the Forbes, and also “Why are Ukrainians calling Russians ‘orcs’?” by James FitzGerald on 30 Apr 2022 on the BBC news.
So, I wrote this poem, as a story of Dymtro and the 47th Mechanized Brigade.
Please read the original story on the Forbes:

Shot 5 Times, A Ukrainian Soldier Lay Dying. So He Signaled A Drone. (forbes.com)