When one listen’s to Tchaikovsky’s music one can
imagine being a Russian drawn up to face one of the
greatest armies in the world at Borodino, much like
the Americans earlier on Breeds Hill over Boston.
You see the French come at you wave after wave,
much like the British did to the Americans.
You see, at this point you must feel, the exultation
of standing to and defeating repeated assaults.
And though, much like the Americans before them,
the Russians were forced to retreat, they knew in
their hearts as had the Americans before them,
that they could and would defeat the bastards.
Islander.