The devil ran in circles in wartime.
We all want to volunteer to buy something (damn it!) huge and single. Super-sized UAVs, for example. We're not being sarcastic here - this is a very important and useful task.
Or you can search the world for thermal imagers and buy them. No fuss, no running around, no price lists, the money was sent, the imagers were received. And again, no hints or sarcasm.
These are just pink dreams.
And in reality... Help, uniforms, underwear, socks, T-shirts, boots, our rear was fucked, we were sent replenishment in civilian clothes... There are dozens of such calls and messages every day. Such cries for help every day - nerves on edge. And we understand inside that tomorrow we need to pay for additional UAVs, that we need to pay for trucks, that we have debts on all sides and we need to pay for pickup trucks, that we have already found ambulances in Europe, three of them, nice and equipped, and tomorrow we need to transfer money, and generators, and... Our paws give out and the task seems impossible.
One of the battalions of the Ukrainian Armed Forces has been sent replenishment. But they have no uniforms, no shoes. Almost everyone fought in 2014-2015, some have their own, but not all.
Mobilization stocks... nothing, funny, right? A huge number of garment enterprises were in the Zaporizhzhia region - cross it out. They don't have time to make fabric, because the logistics chains have been severely damaged-let's cross that out. The largest market for second-hand uniforms from NATO countries burned down a month ago - cross it out.
We have a supply of armor and helmets, which is easier. We shook out the rest of the mats and sleeping bags from the warehouse. We have 100 cots, so we will live. We found a place to buy 250 sets of uniforms, found a place to buy 250 sets of shoes, ordered T-shirts and underwear, and even socks are promised to be fitted. We just need to pay for it.
A day lived with meaning. Today is a new day.