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  • She thought she was unshockable, then two castrated Ukrainian soldiers arrived

    06/18/2023 2:48:41 AM PDT · by Zhang Fei · 97 replies
    Times of London ^ | Saturday June 17 2023, 6.00pm BST | Christina Lamb in Zolota Nyva, Donetsk
    For a month the two men could not tell their psychologist what had happened to them, only that it was horrible beyond words. “If there’s hell somewhere, it’s worse than that,” said one. The Ukrainian soldiers, aged 25 and 28, had been in Russian captivity — one for one month, the other for three. After their return in a prisoner swap they had been referred to Anzhelika Yatsenko, 41, a psychologist in Poltava who deals with troubled young men. They were suicidal. The younger one had tried to kill himself. “I knew from previous cases they had probably been tortured,”...
  • US carried out madrasah bombing

    11/27/2006 8:22:27 PM PST · by Perdogg · 16 replies · 870+ views
    Sunday Times ^ | November 26, 2006
    THE bombing of a Pakistani madrasah last month, in which 82 students were killed, was carried out by the United States, a Pakistani official has admitted, writes Christina Lamb. The madrasah in the tribal agency of Bajaur was bombed during a visit to Pakistan by the Prince of Wales amid allegations that it was being used to train suicide bombers.
  • Awesome Witness Account Of Fight With Taleban [only report of this action]

    07/04/2006 11:06:42 PM PDT · by Brit_Guy · 30 replies · 1,678+ views
    The Times (London) ^ | 3rdJuly 2006 | CHRISTINA LAMB
    “HAVE you ever used a pistol?” yelled Sergeant-Major Mick Bolton amid the Kalashnikov fire and bursts from a machinegun as we ran across a baked-mud field and dived for cover. “If it comes down to it, everyone’s going to have to fight.” Round after round fizzed past our ears, sending up clouds of dust. My heart was thudding crazily against my flak jacket, my breath coming in short, rasping pants. The whoosh of a rocket-propelled grenade (RPG) close enough to lift the hairs on the back of my neck was followed by an orange blaze of flame as it landed...