I watched an interview with a Ukrainian sniper Serhey Pozniak. He was a successful businessman in his fifties and a father of 4 when the war started. Then he enlisted and became a sniper. One day, he stepped on a landmine and lost his leg.
With all that, Pozniak has a sweet, sunny personality.
“I’m fine with re-dislocation marches,” he says softly, with a self-conscious smile. “I can do 8 kilometers on this temporary prosthesis, it’s OK.”
“Wait, you are saying that you still serve?” asks a stunned journalist. “Without a leg?”
“Of course,” says Pozniak. “We haven’t won yet.”
“What motivates you?” asks the journalist. “What keeps you going on those 8-kilometer marches?”
“I just really love my country,” the sniper says. “Our nation must survive. This is the most important thing.”
“Was there a time when you got really angry?” asks the journalist
“Well, when I stepped on the mine, I realized that my wife would get really upset. So I didn’t like that”, says Pozniak with a soft chuckle.
This is a middle-aged, balding, soft-spoken guy with the personality strength of a Titan.
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