War is hell. You can only make a mistake once.
From Wali's account:
My reflex as a soldier was to move anyway because it was possible that the two careless soldiers had been detected by the thermal vision equipment of the enemy tanks.
Twenty seconds later, I was fifteen meters from the soldiers. I was watching through my binoculars. A huge explosion shook me. Shrapnel passed in front of me, looking like the embers of a campfire. I was enveloped in smoke. My body instinctively tensed up, as did my face. I couldn't hear out of one ear.
I moved under cover to crawl to the trench and try to find the enemy tanks. I looked to my left. The two Ukrainian soldiers were lying on the ground. The scene was exactly like a Hollywood war movie. One soldier was five meters away from me. He was lying down and had no legs. The rest of his body was partly shredded. He was not moving.
Another soldier was three meters away from me. His leg was torn off. His body was mutilated in several places. He was still breathing, but he breathed his last in front of me, about ten seconds later. The Russian tanks continued to fire in our direction.