The man cradles the 100kg bomb in paternal arms before laying it gently to rest on the back of the truck. It's a small rocket that curves to a rounded snub.
He loads it with C4 plastic explosive, poking the pink, Plasticine-like substance in with a strip of metal about eight inches long. Then in goes the fuse. Now the bomb is primed; in just hours it will obliterate its target.
I am in north-eastern Ukraine doing what no journalist has ever done: embedding with a special forces unit during a mission of the highest national security — a strategic strike, hundreds of kilometres into itself.
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