Nicholas and Alexandra1971

[First World War. Colonel Volkov is reviewing the Imperial Army, which has in its ranks every man it can acquire, from teenage boys barely finishing adolesence to white-bearded old men. Colonel Volkov's mood is significantly less cocky from the 1914 party when he believed it would be a short war]

Colonel Volkov:
The men have orders to be at the front lines by tonight. Do we have any horses or motor transport?

Russian Major:
No, sir. None are available.

Colonel Volkov:
Very well, they have to walk.

Russian Major:
Right face!

[Russian soldiers turn to their right]

Russian Major:
Forward march!

[The Major leads the soldiers in march towards combat zone. Colonel Volkov walks in opposite direction and reclines under a tree. He takes one last look at the sky as he unholsters his pistol, sticks it in his mouth, then squeezes the trigger]