“I have to do my part, whatever that may be,” a 22-year-old lad from Hampshire declared, en route to Ukraine. Another Brit bound for Kyiv said, “it’s very black and white - someone has to stand up”.
Doing your part, standing up, explicitly being unsure – as both starkly are – about whether you’ll ever be coming back: it feels breathtakingly brave and insane in equal measure. The height of foolhardy fatalism.
