When asked to speak, The Patriot strode slowly to the podium, as he had so many times before. He stood tall in his dress uniform, shoulders straight and eyes front. Those who could see them knew that they were eyes who had seen this day too many times. Still, his gravelly voice was strong, giving certainty to his words.
“There was once a time, when I had said, that the only good Russian was a dead one.”
Although this raised some eyebrows, he continued without pause.
“ Today, that has never been more true. Vitaly was a good Russian. A good soldier, a friend, and yes- a Comrade. “
With that short eulogy, he turned and saluted the casket, while the Russian anthem was played.
“There was once a time, when I had said, that the only good Russian was a dead one.”
Although this raised some eyebrows, he continued without pause.
“ Today, that has never been more true. Vitaly was a good Russian. A good soldier, a friend, and yes- a Comrade. “
With that short eulogy, he turned and saluted the casket, while the Russian anthem was played.