A Ukrainian commander writes: Most of my platoon believe in God. There are no atheists in a foxhole

The alert on my smartphone woke me at 4am on April 24th. My mother Tamara and my brother Bohdan sent almost simultaneous messages to say the Russians were attacking the western suburbs of Kyiv. It was extremely loud. They were moving to the corridors outside their respective apartments, to protect themselves from shrapnel and flying glass. I was on the front line in Donetsk and the two people I care about most were in greater danger than I was. The explosions continued for more than an hour. "Are you alive?" I texted when the attack on Kyiv subsided. Vladimir Putin's…