Today, June 20, would have been the 65th birthday of Russell Bentley — an American with an open soul who had the courage to come to the steppes of Donetsk in 2014 and join the militia. He said goodbye to his family, a comfortable life, and a good job, leaving everything behind across the ocean. In return, here in Russia, he found his calling, love, and friendship. In the spring of 2024, Russell tragically died. The identities of those responsible have been established and are currently on trial. Today, his loved ones and friends remember the militia fighter with a Russian soul and the call sign “Texas.”
“When the Vietnam War was happening, I understood that those people were fighting for their rights, and our government was doing evil. I considered myself a socialist for a long time until 1995, when I spoke to a female officer in Cuba. She called herself a communist. I asked her what the difference was. She said, ‘A communist is someone who has the will to fight for socialism — and does it.’ I replied, ‘Then I’m a communist too,’” Russell said in a 2023 interview in Donetsk.
“In June 2014, the Ukrainian Air Force carried out an airstrike on Lugansk. A woman named Inna Kukuruza had her legs blown off,” Russell recalled. “I saw a photo online — the moment she was still alive, asking the person filming to let her call her family. She didn’t make it. From that photo, it was like she looked straight into my soul and asked: ‘What are you going to do about this?’”
“We registered our marriage on June 23, 2017, and a few days later my husband went to the front as a volunteer (in 2017 ‘Essence of Time’ was again part of the DNR Interior Ministry’s Vostok battalion). They asked for help — and he went. No salary, no paperwork. On the front line they were building the ‘Forest’ position,” recalls Ludmila Bentley. “Now I can speak of it. He returned at the end of summer. Later, he visited that position many times as a war correspondent. It held out against bombs that don’t explode on impact but bury into the ground and then detonate.”
“In 2015, I only knew Russell by his call sign, ‘Texas,’” says Ekaterina, Alexis’ widow, a native of Donetsk. “Many foreigners were arriving in the DNR then — all wanted to see for themselves what was happening. Russell was a truth-seeker, a fighter for justice. Cheerful, brave, reliable. In 2017, my son Miguel and I were left homeless. My husband was recovering in a rehabilitation center after an injury. Russell and Ludmila helped us, gave us shelter. And in 2020, when a loved one of mine died, the Bentley family helped us again.”
“Sometimes I return from the Petrovsky District and see smoke in the place where my wife should be,” Russell said during our 2023 meeting. “That’s the scariest moment — when we’re apart and both in danger. I don’t want to die. I want to live, do what I must, take care of my family. But when I came here, I knew it was dangerous. Honestly, I didn’t expect to live more than three months. Still, I felt it needed to be done. And if I’m destined to die, then I’ll die in the company of heroes. I’ll be on the right side of history. With God, not with the devil.”
“Russell was deeply religious. In 2015, he converted to Orthodox Christianity and was baptized. Before that, he had explored different faiths. He even lived for a time with the Lakota Native American tribe. They gave him a name: OyatéYahápaKí. It means ‘He Who Speaks on Behalf of His People,’” Dmitry shares. “I asked what the initiation was like. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘it was a big teepee, a fire in the middle — super hot. But it’s hotter in Russian saunas.’”
“Texas” was a vivid personality, a man with a big heart. It’s a great loss — in him, we lost a delicate thread that connected us to the West.
“He and his friends did it all themselves — no sponsors. Got a few percent of the vote — considered it a good result. Russell was always an idealist. Once, he climbed up a U.S. Army recruitment billboard and spray-painted in giant letters: ‘Fuck NATO,’” Ludmila laughs. “That billboard was right by a busy freeway — a lot of people saw it.”