Image of soldier will haunt me
When news flashed up about the killing of troops at a Kyiv metro station, I was stunned.
On Friday as I’d driven past the Beresteiski station I’d been shocked by the heavily armed presence – an armoured carrier with a 30mm rodded cannon capable of firing shells.
I had looked one soldier in the eye as he yawned, smoked, and talked to an elderly woman.
There to secure a vital junction beside the station, some died in a gunfight that evening as the Russians moved on the city.
We had passed by as we began a gruelling 30-hour ride out of Kyiv – queuing two and a half hours for petrol and stuck in a 125-mile traffic jam.
We made it out. But I’ll never know if the smoking, yawning soldier was among Kyiv’s dead.