“Died a coward. Could have died a hero.” That is how the @mobbs_mentality daughter of Keith Kellogg, Donald Trump’s former special envoy for Ukraine, comments under my post about the death of Volodymyr, 32, who drowned in a river while fleeing draft officers. A representative of the American establishment — someone who sacrifices nothing in this war, whose family members are not being killed, maimed, disappeared, or tortured in captivity — feels entitled to lecture Ukrainian men on the proper way to die. And yes, die is precisely the word. Because apparently, living is no longer an acceptable option for them. They must die. Preferably heroically. Preferably on the battlefield. Then the Epstein class can walk alongside Zelensky, lay flowers on their graves, and deliver stirring speeches about avenging them on Russia — while feeding still more Ukrainian men into the same machinery of death. Volodymyr was a veteran. He had already seen the horrors of war. This time, he did not want to be a hero. He wanted to watch his son grow up. He did not want to die. But people like Meaghan left Ukrainian men like him no acceptable way out. And so he died anyway. And now people like Meaghan sneer at his death because, apparently, the only Ukrainian man worthy of respect is a dead Ukrainian man-soldier — provided he dies the “right” way. Heroically. On the battlefield. A Ukrainian man who simply wants to live, to raise his child, to come home alive? Apparently, that is asking too much.