The bullet-scarred pickups raced the sunrise along a rough dirt road wending through a dense pine forest.
Multiple languages were spoken by the men inside them — Ukrainian, Brazilian, Colombian, Polish — but few words.
They had come to fight Russians.
The trucks barely came to a halt to discharge their passengers before speeding off again.
Armed drones might appear overhead at any moment, and so as the men continued on foot, they, too, did so with urgency.
Organizations:
International Legion
Locations:
Polish