THE LONG, skinny pulsejet engine involves life with a thunderous racket, prompting everybody within the storage to take a step again. The missile is known as the Trembita, after the Ukrainian alpine horn. It isn’t onerous to grasp why. “We may miss our goal,” says Serhiy Biryukov, who heads the missile’s ragtag crew of volunteer engineers, “however we’ll fly the factor so low above Russian trenches they are going to shit themselves.”
