THE NEWEST recruits will leave at dawn to join Ukrainian brigades on the southern front. Some of them are excited. Others, deadly focused. “Infante”, a 38-year old veteran from near Bogotá, Colombia, does not say much at all. The whites of his eyes, which flicker as they scour the room for threats, speak their own language. J-C, a 60-year-old training co-ordinator from Brazil, looks on approvingly. He has seen it all—from East Timor to Bakhmut, for which he proudly wears a medal. “Few words,” he says. “But these are the guys who survive.”