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KYIV—It’s about 1 a.m. Thursday when the first explosion rips through the night. I’m pinned to my bed, unable to move. I’ve just come back from a week in eastern Ukraine. Lack of sleep, constant shelling, and stress have finally worn me down. Or maybe it’s also the borscht I ate with soldiers just a few miles from the Russian lines.




