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What would you do?
I was also thinking about this. I'm thinking of signing up for a paramilitary organisation here in Lithuania so I could at least know how to use a gun if a time comes.
But at the same time I think I'd flee to west Europe. I wonder if we, people in the EU, have been spoiled too much with this free movement thing and consider the whole Europe our home and are not too tied to our homeland.
There's also some fear mongering (which is spread by pro Russian media as well) that if the Russians were to invade Lithuania, they would capture it in a couple of hours.
But also - according to the minister of defence of Ukraine around 140 thousand of people, mostly men, returned to Ukraine when the War started.
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I was also thinking about this. I'm thinking of signing up for a paramilitary organisation here in Lithuania so I could at least know how to use a gun if a time comes.
In this sense, I suppose the mandatory military service makes it seem more realistic as an option, if most men already know the basics of what to do. They have that in Ukraine.
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I was also thinking about this. I'm thinking of signing up for a paramilitary organisation here in Lithuania so I could at least know how to use a gun if a time comes.
It's hard not to think about this, even here in England. I'm well past normal military age and I have no military experience, but the thought has come into my mind: would I, could I, fight? I hope the answer would be yes.
Even if Dau's first language is English I would notice his highly literate style; if it is Lithuanian, well, Chapeau!
Those stories are part of a narrative. They show that there is some basis for it but don't prove that it is true.
In Syria and other war zones people with money and connections used them to get out, while others who couldn't get out were paid to fight. It would take more than these kind of press reports to convince me Ukraine was different from elsewhere.
What would you do? If I could, I'd get away. I wouldn't get jingositic about wanting to give the Ruskies a bloody nose with my Molotov cocktail against a tank