From Ira Kapitonova in Kyiv (Day 392):
Though the wicked sprout like grass
and all evildoers flourish,
they are doomed to destruction forever
Last night, when I was going to bed, I heard airplanes flying low over our village. Many regions of Ukraine were under the air raid warning. This morning, we discovered that the enemy attacked our cities with kamikaze drones. Of 21 Iranian-made drones, 16 were shot down by our air defense. Some drones damaged residential buildings and dorms in the Kyiv region and killed four people.
Later in the day, Russian missiles hit residential buildings in Zaporizhzhia, injuring 4 and killing 1 person. Thankfully, they hit between the buildings, which minimized the number of casualties.
According to our intelligence, with the daily temperatures rising, Russia may switch from targeting power stations to targeting hydro-technical structures, bridges across the Dnipro, airfields, airports, and routes for the supply of weapons and military equipment coming from the West. They are not capable of massive missile strikes, but they are still capable of causing much damage.
Two days ago, after explosions in the temporarily occupied Dzhankoi (Crimea), our intelligence reported that they hit a train carrying Kalibr missiles to be launched from the Black Sea. It might not have drastically changed the military scene, but it definitely saved lives.
I am too weary today to be emotional about the missile strikes, but I can’t wait for the evildoers to perish.
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Soldiers and civilians can cry or scream thd book of Lamentations or Heman’s psalm, #88:
88 O lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee:
2 Let my prayer come before thee: incline thine ear unto my cry;
3 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
4 I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:
5 Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.
6 Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.
7 Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.
8 Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.
9 Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: Lord, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
10 Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise thee? Selah.
11 Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave? or thy faithfulness in destruction?
12 Shall thy wonders be known in the dark? and thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
13 But unto thee have I cried, O Lord; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent thee.
14 Lord, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
16 Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.
17 They came round about me daily like water; they compassed me about together.
18 Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness.