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I’m often asked, “How are your Ukrainian friends doing?” My contact posted this in the late evening from Kyiv on October 29th.

That’s Life

“We’ve been warned about a possible missile attack tonight.

I checked that everything is charged and have some food ready for breakfast.

No.

I’m not scared.

You can’t stay scared for 1,344 days.”

Yara started a social media dialogue when Russia invaded Ukraine in February 2022. She lives in the capital city of Kyiv. Since June 3rd 2025, Kyiv has suffered destruction and loss of civilian lives every day. Russia started knocking out power stations as winter approaches. Ukraine is about a month ahead of Canada in weather patterns. October feels like November.

She checked that “everything is charged” to be prepared in case her power goes out again. At least she will be sustained for 24 hours.

Seniors In Trouble

On my first trip to eastern Ukraine in early December 2023, we delivered non-perishables to seniors living near the front lines. We asked them how they were doing. What’s life like for you?

They told us that the power was off. Their apartments had no heart. The temperature inside their apartment was 7C. These are seniors. No medical support. No 7-11s social services.  Churches and pastors became the providers of food and hope.

As we gave out food, we could hear explosions and feel the vibrations beneath our feet from the engagement just over the horizon. Seniors clutched fresh loaves of bread to their chests and thanked us for being there.

That was two years ago. The situation is worse, and conditions more dire. One of the pastors in the community was killed. One by one, civilians have lost their lives. In some communities, Russian soldiers use drones to hunt down seniors who dare go out on the street.

My War Diary

A friend in Poltava sums up the experience of so many Ukrainians in the eastern region where Jocelyn and I work.
Day 1344 or 3 years 8 months 5 days
October 29/25
“This past week has been quite stressful. Ended up even calling an ambulance. Thank God, not a heart attack as wrote the doctor in the discharge: “Situational reaction to stress”.
Asked my husband to “walk” me to the arbor to breathe in the autumn air and admire the yellow-red landscapes of Poltava. We weren’t alone there. About 20 people walked and made selfies in the background of the monastery, hills, the arbor itself.
And then there were two. They stood apart from everyone, leaning on crutches, communicating quietly and almost smiling. Sons of Ukraine: young, beautiful, light, strong, but wounded in body and soul. All 20 people looked at these guys, but no one came up to say thank you.

Thank you

Our paths crossed at the door of one coffee shop. We held the door so they could crutches in and already then I thanked for the protection, handshake with each veteran personally. One said, “What we’re doing is such a small thing,” the other didn’t even make eye contact. Empty and sad look, meaning, and “broken soul”.
The coffee shop for military coffee was free. So, they ordered and sat separately from everyone on the terrace.
We bought them childhood cookies: waffle cakes with condensed milk sprinkled with coconut shavings.
The man approached each of them, thanked again for the protection, for risking their lives and health, declared that it was “not a small thing”, blessed.
We walked down the alley along the flags in honor of the fallen, passing by yellow birches, and swallowed tears of pain for all those who gave their lives; for the indifference we saw around, and for the phrase, “it’s such a small thing.”
I try my best, wherever I am, while communicating close to thank the military, veterans for protecting and preserving my life. And every time I see the same reaction: their tears and modestly lowered eyes.

No Greater Love

I live with this reasoning: the sons of Ukraine – they and my sons and friends who give their health and life for me and my children.
“There is nothing more than that love like who will put his soul for his friends”. (John 15:13)
The last word goes to a member of the church in Poltava reflecting on a recent night of worship in a packed church.
“In the midst of the war we stand in praise of God and in prayer for Ukraine The enemy is afraid of the strong church that prays, spiritually wars and praises God!”

Russia intensifies its assault on civilians. A map of the drone and rocket attacks in one typical night.

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Bob Jones

Happily married to Jocelyn for 45 years. We have two adult sons, Cory and his wife Lynsey and their son Vincent and daughter Jayda; Jean Marc and his wife Angie and their three daughters, Quinn, Lena and Annora. I love inspiring people through communicating, blogging, and coaching. I enjoy writing, running, and reading. I'm a fan of the Double E, Bruins, Celtics, Red Sox and Pats. Follow me on Twitter @bobjones49ers

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