Whenever I read of the Eastern Front my heart is filled with horror, sadness, and admiration. Horror at the utter brutality and nightmare of a war so barbaric as the savagery the Germans called "Barbarossa". Sadness at the loss of life of the Soviet people, of the Jews and the slavs, the romani, so many conquered peoples, so many proletarians who died for nothing, the loss of the Soviet dream into a bloody nightmare. But I also feel admiration, admiration for the greatest heroes this world has ever known, for the men who sacrificed it all and then some, for the men of the Red Army. Men who fought a just and righteous war, not like their imperialist allies who merely sought to protect their overseas dominions or expand them; the Red Army fought for the survival of the Soviet people, in doing so they liberated Europe and saved the whole human race from the most horrifying and advanced fascist regime known thus far. I don't think people in our time can even comprehend the true heroism of the Soviets, don't comprehend the hope and faith people put in the Red Army. When Stalingrad began the world watched with their hands clasped to their mouths believing all hope may be lost; when the Soviets won that battle the light of hope shone again, the world cheered in solidarity with the Soviet people, for they knew now, for the first time since 1939, the Werhmacht could be beaten.
I feel so much sadness and disgust for how people are manipulated now, it's truly, truly evil how the West has lied, the West has painted the greatest heroes known to man as barely better than the genocidal savage nazis, they paint men who witnessed so much death and horror, who saved this world as villains. Sickening, utterly sickening.
It goes to show how you're rewarded for true courage, valor, and sacrifice. With spit in your face, shit on your doorstep, and piss on your grave. Fuck westernoids.
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