Listen up, man! The night from Saturday to Sunday wasn't exactly quiet, especially in Tulcea. The Ministry of National Defense announced that Russia launched a new wave of drone attacks right next to our border, in the Danube area. At 02:16, the RO-Alert screamed on people's phones in the northern part of the county: "Attention, danger!" Oh man, and I was sleeping like a log after a day's work, it reminds me of Mioara when she wakes me up with a frying pan to the head. But let's leave the jokes aside, because the situation is serious.
Like clockwork, our boys at the Military Command Center detected radar signals about 22 kilometers northeast of Vâlcove, near the border. What did they do? They immediately notified the Emergency Situations Inspectorate and activated the warning. No joke, bro, because the Russians aren't playing - they're attacking Ukrainian infrastructure near us, and we have to be on our toes.
At 02:19, exactly three minutes later, two Eurofighter Typhoon aircraft, the British ones stationed at the 86th Air Base Borcea, took off to monitor the situation. Yes, yes, that Typhoon that goes "vroom" and leaves you with your mouth open. The Ministry said nothing unauthorized entered our airspace, but still, what were those drones doing there? Don't worry, we didn't get scammed, but even so, I was crossing myself when I heard.
The alert was lifted at 03:37, after about an hour or so. But authorities kept their eyes on the radar until morning. It's not the first time this happens, bro. In recent months, the Russians keep hitting the Danube area, and we scramble fighter jets and send RO-Alerts like we're on rehearsal. And me, who lives in Berceni and complains about the upstairs neighbor when he drills, I think: how do those in Tulcea sleep? With one eye on the TV and one on the window, so no drone falls on the house.
Honestly, man, it's like something out of Caragiale: "It can't be, but it happens." Us, with the British Typhoon, them, with the drones. Who pays? Still us, out of pocket, because at the cost of a Eurofighter, I don't even want to calculate. But hey, at least we have someone to rely on: the English guard our sky, and we guard our sarmale. Right, Romanian?
