Max Brooks. World war Z (№ 162844)

Russia, my Russia, was nothing but an apolitical mess. We lived in chaos and corruption, we were just trying to get through the day. Even the army was no Bastion of patriotism - just a place where you can get a profession, food and shelter, and sometimes a little money to send home when the government decided to pay his soldiers. "Oath to protect the Motherland?" My generation did not know such words. You could hear it from the veterans of the great Patriotic war, broken, insane idiots who precipitated Red square with a tattered Soviet flag in his hands and rows of medals pinned to the faded, moth-eaten form.