They push.
We push.
Every once in a while, we push hard enough that the light breaks through the clouds,
and the world beyond the war glimmers.
Behind every gun sight is a human being.
We are those people.
If history only remembers one in a thousands of us,
then the future will be filled with stories of who we were and what we did.
But until that day comes, we will stand.
We will look death in the eye and we will fight.
