Russia.
Land of mass mystery and illusion.
I'll be honest and say, well, you can tell by previous posts.
What made them who they are? Spirit, strength. Something a lot of people do not realize offhand. They were cold, hard, unmoving, relentless, divine, strong, believed, had intense faith, and stood united, more than any other country could ever be. When war came to their country, time and time again, they fought for the right to live, even though their losses were heavy, insane almost, ghastly. But they kept pushing right through till it broke the back of the enemies, shattering everything in their path. The strength of a Russian is unmeasurable, it extends beyond our imagination, and what fuels it? It's just who they are.
And this has helped me through my own life time and time again. And recently so, it has brought new meaning to me. Through our lives, the difficulties we go through bog us down till we can't move to help ourselves. But adopting the spirit of Russia itself, despite the cold, despite the pain, despite the losses, we must simply, press on. For the goal lies beyond, further than our minds eye can see, but we must believe, as one, as a whole, together, we must take those small steps moving forward to that place. The reward is infamy, peace and an awe at such valor in the face of ruin. With a roar, a charge and a voice that will ring throughout eternity, we fight on to live tomorrow stronger.
Not One Step Back!
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