The route north to Belarus is a series of time-capsules, dropped there by a century that was hurrying by: crumbled farmhouses, donkey-drawn carts, hand-ploughs, Soviet monuments to the heroes of the second worldwar, and the flimsy 1960s buildings that are the depressing reminder of socialism everywhere.
And those who help provide the American transportation sector with secure and abundant sources of fuel are sure to be seen as heroes in the War for the Free World.