I think Ukrainian war fatigue is starting to set in (to some of us in the west at least), and that is a bad thing. As I was browsing the headlines this morning, I noticed that there were yet more Ukrainian civilians dead from yet another Russian missile strike on another apartment building. I had to double-check the dates on the story because the images look so much like what we have been used to seeing for months now.
Did I feel immediate horror and shock? I have to sadly admit I didn’t. It was more of the “same old, same old” but didn’t elicit a visceral reaction like it should have. They weren’t talking about it front and center on the TV news; last time I checked, they were running a story on the price of hot dogs.
Imagine what we’d feel like if the Russians had launched a bunch of missiles into, for instance, the condos lining Coronado Beach near San Diego. There would be major hell to pay immediately. Calls would be made for Putin’s head on a pike. It would be the newest 9/11, yet it’s just another Saturday in Ukraine.
An Act of Terrorism
Today, Russians specifically targeted residential buildings in the small Black Sea resort town of Serhiivka, which lies about 31 miles southwest of Odessa. At least 21 people were killed, and 38 others were seriously injured in the attack. One child died and another six were wounded, reports Serhii Bratchuk, a spokesman for the regional administration. It’s the largest single-day casualty toll in the region since the war began.
President Zelensky’s office reported that three X-22 missiles were fired by Russian bombers and they impacted an apartment building and two campsites. This is basically the equivalent of smashing an ant with a golden sledgehammer. Russian X-22 missiles were designed to take out ships and travel at a whopping Mach 4.6. They have a price tag of the equivalent of one million dollars each. And they were used to kill kids, people relaxing at home in their living rooms and tents. Ladies and gentlemen, this is terrorism, plain and simple. It’s extreme bullying. It’s murder.