Soviet Union 1991

First update

After the Benghazi incident, Moscow's actions were much faster than the CIA expected. It took less than an hour from rescuing the hostages to evacuating from Benghazi Benina International Airport. Ambassador Belenko, who was now covered in dust, had no chance to continue enjoying the warm sunshine of Libya. The accompanying GRU soldiers returned to Moscow with some confidential documents, and the rest were burned down along with the entire building during the evacuation.

Everyone's face was gloomy. The GRU soldiers who had just experienced the war and lost their comrades were in low spirits. Even the joy of surviving the disaster could not make up for the defeat in this battle. Although the CIA did not achieve the goal of assassinating Ambassador Belenko, at least they stopped the momentum of the Soviet Union's influence spreading in Libya.

Moscow's actions were also equally neat and tidy. The rescue team was immediately arrested by the KGB after returning to Moscow. Comrade Kryuchkov emphasized in his speech that it was the GRU soldiers who hijacked the Libyan transport plane this time, and their actions had nothing to do with the Moscow authorities.

Just a few days later, Moscow reported that these unauthorized teams committed suicide in prison. There was no time to investigate carefully, and all the bodies were cremated, leaving no evidence. This just blocked the US's accusation.

Those soldiers who were destined not to receive the title of Soviet hero did not die. Moscow gave them new identities and new lives, and made proper confidentiality arrangements. According to Yanaev, this group of unknown heroes who carried the infamy and mission should not be treated unfairly.

The thirteen soldiers who died in Benghazi will be buried in the Novodevichy Cemetery on the second Sunday after the Orthodox Christmas. When this proposal was first made, everyone was shocked and shocked. You know, the Novodevichy Cemetery is the final destination of famous Russian intellectuals and celebrities from all walks of life. Including the previous Soviet presidents. Some people think it is inappropriate to bury thirteen soldiers whose names no one can even remember here.

But Yanaev insisted on his own way and ordered the central government to raise the treatment of this funeral to a state funeral with the toughest attitude. This is unique in any country in the world.

"They died for their country. They died for a good cause. They deserve to be buried here in the most noble way."

A heavily guarded convoy set off from Moscow and headed for the Novodevichy Cemetery. Yanaev was sitting behind the driver's seat, staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze. The severe cold in Moscow is always difficult to adapt to. This nation that developed in the ice and snow has experienced too much suffering and pain.

"Akhilesh once said that every great nation struggled to get up from ruins and suffering. Perhaps this is the fate of the Soviet Union." Yanaev said with some self-mockery, "But cold is the biggest enemy of the Soviet Union. After all, the direct cause of Brezhlev's death was winter."

This state funeral of the unknown martyrs caused quite a stir in the Moscow political circle. Some stubborn old people believed that it was not appropriate to give these people a state funeral, but Yanaev insisted on doing so. He even put on an unreasonable attitude to force everyone to surrender.

Although many people do not understand, Yanayev wants everyone in the country to see that the Soviets have not forgotten the people who have dedicated everything to the motherland.

The Soviets come from the people and are loyal to the people.

Those Wall Street financiers who have become slaves to wealth will not understand, and those arrogant bureaucrats will not understand Yanayev's feelings either.

Just as Yanayev was in a daze, the car stopped and the driver whispered to the general secretary behind him. "General Secretary Yanayev, we are here."

"Yeah." Yanayev, who came back to his senses, responded and wrapped his windbreaker more tightly. To resist the cold of dozens of degrees below zero outside the car.

"We have experienced hundreds of years of suffering and have also been short-lived for a century. Now, this nation that has suffered so much, it is time to rise again."

After that, the car door was opened and Yanayev's eyes lit up.

Moscow in January was gloomy and cold. The green pines in the Novodevichy Cemetery were bent by the snow on the branches, but they still did not change the dazzling green. The cemetery was crowded with people, and most of the people who came to attend the funeral were politicians from Moscow. They put their hands in their pockets and looked at a group of people wearing black windbreakers. They had mixed feelings. Because most of the politicians on the Political Bureau list were standing here, waiting for the funeral to begin.

The celebrities who were buried in the New Saint Cemetery will welcome their new neighbors. A group of unknown heroes who have not even engraved their names in history.

The bustling crowd made way for a passage, and thirteen coffins were carried here from the gate of the cemetery. Each coffin was covered with a red flag, and the people sleeping inside would no longer feel the honor of their death.

"Damn it, it's so cold, and the wind and sand are a bit strong." Yazov wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the tip of his nose turned red.

Perhaps it was the solemnity of this moment that infected the noisy crowd, who slowly quieted down. Everyone silently watched the coffin passing by, then took off their hats and paid tribute to the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the country.

"No one knows their names, but their achievements will live forever. Rest in peace, Soviet heroes." Prime Minister Pavlov silently watched the coffin passing by and said in a low voice.

Yanayev stood on the podium with mixed emotions. He was going to give a short speech about the martyrs who had passed away, about the Soviet heroes.

"I stand on this podium with deep humility and immense pride - humble because I am facing the builders of the great countries and nations in front of me, and proud because the representatives who fought for the entire nation are buried in this equally great cemetery. The hopes, aspirations, and beliefs of the entire human race are concentrated here."

Everyone fell silent. Except for the sound of snow falling to the ground, only Yanayev's voice echoed in the cemetery with the sound of the wind.

"There are always people who fight for our cause, our construction, and our hope. Fifty-two years ago, a group of equally brave people protected our Stalingrad. They died in the ruins of that city and threw themselves into the fascist artillery fire without complaint. Fifty-two years later, when everyone is about to forget the heroic deeds of those veterans, thirteen people in a foreign country have proved their beliefs and loyalty with the same actions."

"They are very ordinary, just the father of a child, the child of a mother, and the husband of a wife. No one will even remember these people's names. They only know that several people sacrificed their lives at the most dangerous moment of the Benghazi Embassy. But at this most critical moment, these people stood up. They did not run away, nor did they retreat. They fought the enemy until the last moment."

The survivors Mazelkov and Antonio standing in the audience were already covering their mouths and crying. These men who were knocked to the ground by the artillery fire and did not groan, but cried heartbroken at this time.

The comrades who once fought side by side are now separated by a tombstone, and the Yin and Yang are separated.

"Russia is a nation that has suffered many disasters. From the Middle Ages to the present, Poland, France, and the German Nazis have all tried to make us bow our noble heads and succumb to their iron hoofs. What we enjoy today is the tomorrow that the martyrs who died yesterday longed for. In this cold country of ice and snow, every Soviet citizen has felt the severity and pain of survival and has been tempered by disasters. Today they are buried in the New Saint Cemetery, which is an affirmation of these unknown heroes and the highest respect for those Soviet heroes who lost their lives in defending the great construction of the Soviet Union. They represent not only themselves, but also the unknown heroes of this era. They should not be forgotten in the long river of history, and they should be remembered by the world forever."

Warm applause broke out from the silent crowd. The crowd infected by Yanayev's speech was already in tears. Even the coldest winter in Moscow lost to the loyal enthusiasm and persistence.

"Our beliefs will not die, and *faith and pious souls will live forever." (To be continued.)