Bro, sit down 'cause I got one that'll knock your socks off! Last night, in Tulcea, we heard that thing again - the Ro-Alert message like you're in a live war zone. The Russians launched drones across the Dniester, just 12 km from Vâlcove, and what do we do?
We wake up with the Italians from Mihail Kogălniceanu scrambling their Eurofighter Typhoons like it's the championship final. Two jets, bro, roared over the Delta to make sure nothing comes our way. The alert started at 00:02, lasted until 01:11, and the planes returned at 01:44.
Nothing happened, thank God, no drones breached, no impact. But wait, here's the best part: IGSU tells us to call 112 if we see objects falling from the sky. Man, what can I say?
I called Mioara to look out the window, but she was at Lidl with her coupons, 'cause she's the queen of discounts. And so, in that Delta county where fish is king and fishermen are heroes, we've gotten used to war alerts. It's not the first time, bro.
At the end of May, just like that, a Geran 2 drone of Russian origin crashed into a block in Galați. Explosion, fire, two injured and two panic attacks. Then Ro-Alert went off for Brăila, Tulcea, and Galați, and the F-16s from Fetești roared too.
And so, since the start of the war, drone fragments have been found around here in 47 cases, 12 just this year. And now, on June 5, a maritime drone exploded in Constanța Port. Area isolated, people evacuated, no casualties, but the drone self-detonated, and it's not from the Romanian Army's inventory.
The Ukrainians said they lost control of four drones, three self-detonated at sea. What more can you say? We Romanians keep our eyes on the sky, like in the movies, but without popcorn.
I'm going to tell Fane at the terrace to turn up the TV, maybe we'll catch some good news, not just alerts.
