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Trapped in the Trenches

At about four in the morning on Sunday, the Russians bombed Yavoriv, a military airfield about 30 miles from the border at Hrebenne.

First off, I get a call about a stray dog. Poor thing was wandering around near the Yavoriv Lake, looking like it just lost a fight with a raccoon. I rush over, and there it is, all scruffy and sad. I mean, c’mon, who can resist those puppy eyes? I scoop him up, and he’s like, “Finally, someone who cares!” I name him “Lake” because, well, he was found by the lake. Creative, right?

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