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Wearing his military fatigues, holding his gun, Yaroslav Amosov spent the past three months guarding the streets of Irpin, Ukraine.
After nearly three decades of living there, memories of his childhood no longer fill his mind when he thinks about home. Neither do dreams of raising his 10-month-old son there. Instead, his final days in the city were spent surrounded by corpses, and he occasionally recognized the faces once filled with life.
