Today, being the ninth day of May in the year two thousands and eleven it is meet that one should pay homage to the Russian people of the Great Patriotic War. One must also salute the other peoples of the Sovet Union – the Kazakhs, the Ukrainians, the Armenians and so forth. Much though I abominate the vile political system that tortured the Soviet people at that time I cannot but pay homage to the matchless valour and staggering sacrifice of the Soviets.
The contribution of the USSR to the Allied victory in the Second World War is hard to overestimate.
I watch the Victory Day Parade annually. I was in Moscow in 1994 – not on Victory Day. I wish I could return to Holy Russia some time.
The serried rows of immaculate soldiery striding past the Lenin Mausoleum, the martial tunes ringing out across Red Square and the gleam of pride in the eyes of the decade ravaged veterans stirs the heart.
That cry of ”’urra” harks back to Tsarist times.
One of the undignified things about the parade is that the Russian hierarchs of the day attempt to score political points on issue of the day on what ought to be a solemn and magnificent occasion.