I’m defecting to the Soviet Union! Why’d I defect?I didn’t.
I’m loyal… to the “end.” To my purpose. What about you? What’s it going to be? Loyalty to your country, or loyalty to me? Your country,or your mentor? Your mission, or your beliefs? Your duty to your unit? Or your personal feelings? You don’t know the truth yet. But sooner or later, you’ll have to choose. I don’t expect you to forgive me. But you can’t defeat me, either. You know me too well. If you can’t put the past behind you, you won’t survive long. If we meet again, I’ll kill you.
Life’s end…Isn’t it beautiful? It’s almost tragic. When life ends, it gives off a final lingering aroma. Light is but a farewell gift from the darkness to those on their way to die. I’ve been waiting,for a long time.Waiting for your birth, your growth,and the finality of today.
So why am I doing this? To make the world one again. The world used to be whole. But with the end of the Second World War, the people of the world began to fight amongst themselves and the world was torn apart. I was torn apart as well. The foibles of politics and the march of time can turn friends into enemies just as easily as the wind changes. Ridiculous, isn’t it? Yesterday’s ally becomes today’s opposition. And the Cold War? Think back…America and Russia were fighting together. Now consider whether America and Russia will still be enemies future. Somehow, I doubt it. Enemies change along with the times, and the flow of the ages. And we soldiers are forced to play along.I didn’t raise you and shape you into the person you are today just so we could face each other in battle. A soldier’s skills aren’t meant to be used to hurt friends. So then what is an enemy? Is there such thing as an absolute timeless enemy? There is no such thing and never has been. And the reason is that our enemies are human beings like us. They can only be our enemies in relative terms. The world must be made whole again. I will devote my skills to that purpose.I will achieve that end!
There is nothing left inside me now. Nothing at all. No hatred, not even regret. And yet sometimes at night I can still feel the pain creeping up inside me. Slithering through my body like a snake. I’ve never talked this much about myself before. Thanks… thanks for listening to me. I feel… content. I raised you. I loved you. I’ve given you weapons, taught you techniques, endowed you with knowledge. There is nothing more for me to give you. All that’s left for you to take is my life, by your own hand. One must die and one must live. No victory, no defeat. The survivor will carry on the fight. It is our destiny… I have nothing more to say. This is who I am…This is why I am a communist…I haved proved my loyalty…Nothing Else Comes Close