We are soaring over . The sky is crystalline. I see patchworks of fields. Smears of hedgerow and bursts of forest dot the landscape — a pastoral scene of near prelapsarian tranquillity.Far below, a Russian soldier ambles into view. ‘Burn motherf****r, burn,’ murmurs the man next to me.I am in a base not far from the front lines in the Oblast, or region, of eastern Ukraine. And I’m watching through the camera of a drone — looking for targets to kill.
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