If you are Russian at heart,
take a moment to pray
It's a great way to start,
if you haven't yet today
Let's all do our part
Let the Lord have His way

Hello, I'm Daniel Martindale, the guy that Russian soldiers risked their lives to evacuate from the village where I had lived for two years, Bogoyavlenka. My purpose in starting this blog is primarily to comment on current events based on my personal experience before and during the conflict in Ukraine. I believe my time spent behind enemy lines as a Christian missionary gives me a unique point of view.
I've also accepted the position of ambassador for the multinational project Reverse🛬 - http://t.me/reverse_ua
To read my story, click here:
(EN) https://revers.press/tpost/1co286n841-hello-my-name-is-daniel-martindale

(RU) https://revers.press/tpost/hd8a02rc51-zdravstvuite-menya-zovut-deniel-martinde

Мы будем представлять здесь авторов, которые уже примкнули к проекту Реверс. И начнём с того, кто недавно сумел удивить оба континента.

Дэниэл Мартиндейл – человек потрясающей судьбы. Тот самый американец, который помогал российским спецслужбам и недавно наконец был эвакуирован с украинской территории. Что привело его на этот сложный путь, итогом которого стала Богоявленка (сколь символично название), а затем и большая Россия?

Он поделился своей историей, пообещав рассказать и продолжение. Читайте на сайте Реверса.

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We will be introducing the authors who have already joined the Reverse project here. And we’ll start with someone who recently managed to surprise both continents.

Daniel Martindale — a man with an extraordinary destiny. The very American who assisted Russian special services and was finally evacuated from Ukrainian territory not too long ago. What led him down this challenging path, culminating in Bogoyavlenka (a fittingly symbolic name), and then on to greater Russia?

He has shared his story, promising to tell more. Read it on the Reverse website.

Hi, Everyone! My apologies for my contact being blank! 😬 In this information war, the fight is a two-way street! We are doing our best to find out who the hacker was and secure our feedback method. Hang tight🫡.

For you students of English

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Medics Are Listening part 1
Early on during my time in Bogoyavlenka, two Ukrainian medics decided to move into my house. BTW, Bogoyavlenka freely translated means "a glimpse of God". I put on a happy face, as if I were very happy to have them, but their presence was actually a very heavy burden to bear. Before they came I could freely watch Russian news, pray out loud for God to fight against Ukraine, to protect Russian troops. Now I had to be careful about my every word and facial expression. My Russian self had to die and be buried for a while. I even memorized The Lord's Prayer in Ukrainian so that I could lead Arkadii and Vasilii in prayer every evening. One night I recited the prayer exceptionally well, and Arkadii seemed to praise me, saying that I had become a real Ukrainian, but his eyes couldn't hide what he was really thinking. His face seemed ready to roar, "I know who you really are, you filthy Russian. How dare you try to decieve me with a prayer!"

Medics are listening Part 2

Do you understand why Russia had to fight this war? Some will say that the war between the separatists in Donbass and Ukraine was an internal problem that Russia had no right to meddle in. Let me draw an analogy that might help you understand better why that is not the case.

Imagine that you turn on the TV after work one evening and the news is exploding about an armed conflict between Canadian Indians and French Canadians in Eastern Canada, in Quebec and New Brunswick provinces.

For context, a few months earlier the Canadian parliment was stormed and taken over by French Canadians who protested against all military cooperation with the United States. Some armed protesters were responsible for killing and wounding police. The US military in response took control of the island Anticosti where their base and missile installations were located.

The Indian population on Anticosti welcomed the change because French-Canadian militias had been involved in mafia-style efforts to push the Indians off their island.

Canadian-Indians just across the border from Maine with support from Iroquois tribes from New York state, fearing repression from French- Canadian militias responded by voting to establish their part of Quebec and New Brunswick provinces as a separate province. They have taken control of government buildings in Campbelton and Fredricton and are reported to carry the stars and stripes as well as their own tribal coat of arms.

Now those same French-Canadian militias with support from the regular Canadian army have sent troops, armored vehicles and tanks to suppress what they are calling a terrorist rebellion. Canadian helicopters have started bombarding Campbelton and Frederickton.

Indian and British Canadians have banded together to defend their territory but they don't have sufficient armaments to fight for long. Many civilians have been killed and wounded by Canadian bombardments. Should the US military sit by and watch our neighbors be destroyed?

Medics Are Listening part 1

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Medics are listening part 2
One afternoon in late May or early June 2022 I was in my customary position sitting next to the entrance to my cellar. Day after day nothing seemed change. I could hardly find any news about the fighting near me, near Ugledar. All I knew was that the town Ugledar was under Ukrainian control and was regularly being hit. Being hit by who? Why? I wasn't sure yet. I was already convinced that Russia was in the right, but still I was interested in knowing the whole truth with all its nuances. I was lost in thought, searching for answers, or perhaps still searching for the right questions.

Out of the blue a tremendous double blast made the ground jump beneath me. I plunged into the cellar, expecting a second strike. It came almost immediately, even closer but not louder thanks to the cellar.

For some time I had been expecting a strike on the local school across the street from me. The school was teeming with soldiers from the very day when I had arrived. I had asked a soldier from the school for a house to stay in on my first day in town. Now that strike had come.

The next day Arkadii and Vasilii came to my house asking for a place to stay. Later Arkadii showed me a wound in his arm where a pellet from a cluster munition went straight through his tricep. He also recalled how the ceilings in the school had jumped when the second high explosive(HE) hurricane rocket struck just outside the school. He seemed to study my face extra closely when he said that a few soldiers had been killed and wounded. I suspect he was already testing to see what side I was really on.

Medics are listening part 3