TNO EAS Scenario | Yazov's regret - a VHS tape

TNO EAS Scenario | Yazov's regret - a VHS tape
a vhs tape sent out by Yazov post nuclear
vvv His full speech below vvv
This is a pure work and shall not be associated with any real life counterparts.
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As I sit in the dim light of my bunker in Omsk, the weight of my actions presses heavily upon my mind. These four walls, once a symbol of power and authority, now feel like prisons of my own making. Every decision I made, every order I gave, echoes back to me like a haunting refrain. I never imagined that my pursuit of vengeance against Germany would lead us down this path—a path that now lies in ruins.

The war was supposed to be our redemption—an opportunity to reclaim our homeland and restore Russia to its former glory. I was convinced that unleashing the full might of our arsenal would strike fear into the hearts of our enemies and destroy them. But what did it gain us? The nuclear holocaust that I once believed was a necessary evil has left the world scarred and broken. The ashes of cities whisper tales of despair, and the cries of the innocent haunt my dreams.

I remember the early days, filled with fervor and ambition. Under Karbyshev, I learned the art of war, the, intricacies of power. I allowed hatred to cloud my judgment. The Great Trial was meant to be our triumph—a demonstration of strength, a reckoning for the Germans. Instead, it became a nightmare from which we cannot awaken.

I find myself questioning the very foundation of my beliefs. Was our cause just? Did we truly have the moral high ground? The ideals of the All-Russian Black League now feel hollow, overshadowed by the destruction we have wrought. The sacrifices we made, the lives lost were they worth this hollow victory??? The blood of millions stains my hands, and no amount of justification can wash it away.

As I look out over the city, I see the remnants of what once was. Families torn apart, children left without futures, and a continent divided. My officers, once comrades in arms, now look to me with a mix of reverence and fear. They followed my lead, but I cannot escape the truth that I led them into darkness.

The world watches us now with a wary eye. I fear that history will remember me not as a leader, but as a harbinger of doom, as the symbol of death, as a destroyer of worlds. I wanted to unify Russia, to make it strong again, but I fear I have only succeeded in sowing discord. The path ahead is uncertain, and as we have just received news that our old enemies might not be completely destroyed, I must confront the reality of what I have done.

I must find a way to atone for my actions, to rebuild what has been lost. The dream of a united Russia still lingers in my heart, but it must be built on the ashes of our mistakes, not on the corpses of our enemies. If there is a shred of hope left in this shattered world, I will grasp it with both hands.

Tomorrow, I will gather my advisors. We must chart a new course, one that seeks reconciliation. If we are to survive this storm, we must learn from our past and seek a future that honors the lives lost, rather than one that dishonors their memory.

For now, I will lay my head down, though sleep may evade me. The ghosts of our past will be my companions until I can find a way to honor and redeem them.
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