This morning, somewhere (probably Belarus), a soldier entered coordinates, turned the launch key and pushed a button and eight missiles launched. Moments later they struck their target, the airport in Vinnytsia.
The firefighters responded. I just received a video of them working through the rubble of a building where there were 4 persons injured and one airport worker lost their life.
Since I received this video, I’ve thought a lot about the role of rescue workers in Ukraine in this war, any war.
There’s a lot to pray for in this war. Right now I’m praying for the rescue workers.
Meanwhile, in the city, about 5 miles to the west, they’ve been hunkered down during almost multiple air raid alarms, the latest lasting over two hours.
Anna, one of our partners there, tells me that when the sirens begin, her not quite 2 year old tells her “It’s time to go home, Mommy.”
May God close the skies to the Russian aircraft and projectiles.
May Western leaders have wisdom and courage.