Recently, as a result of a vile terrorist act in Donetsk, I was seriously injured. In this envelope, along with my letter, you see a fragment from a shell fired by the French 155-mm Caesar self-propelled artillery mount. It pierced my right shoulder and stuck in the fifth cervical vertebrae, just a millimeter away from killing me or rendering me immobile. This French howitzer shell killed two of my young friends, leaving their wives widows and their children orphans.