Russia is celebrating rather than grieving the lives lost in World War II, and this is a mistake, Mitya Turov writes.
Our country lost more people during the Second World War than all the other members combined. Or more than England in all their wars in their history. How can we be proud of this? Today, on 9 May, should we not sprinkle ashes on our head, cry and hug the few surviving veterans who are still living?
Instead, I see happy people, festooned with St George ribbons. People who find it difficult to set a date for the start of the war. People this ribbon has been imposed upon. The ribbon, which over the past two years has become a symbol of war. They are provocateurs, dispersing rallies, they are the authors of the war with its closest neighbors, they are pseudo-patriot officials, delivering aggression and threatening the world with nuclear war.
He continues on:
I am ashamed because of this striped ribbon, I am ashamed because of this celebration — not because this day is not important, but because it is too important to be waving flags, and hanging ribbons on the mirror in the car.
I wish that my country would not sabre rattle like a manic, narcissistic psychopath, and humbly put flowers on the graves of the fallen. And I hope that this will happen eventually.
Turov ends his post comparing how Great Britain commemorates their war dead with a moment of silence, then writes:
In the poem, “In Flanders Fields” which served as the inspiration of the tradition of red poppies in the beginning of the 20s of the last century, there is a paragraph:
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
For me May 9 is not a day of victory. For me it is a day of memory.
Eternal memory to the victims.