The fortress

Some say history is a sequence of events. I say life is in between them. Change does not happen suddenly, men are too inert for that.

It's been months since the fortress fell under our enemy's last attack. Some say we lost then. I say it was then when we started losing.

We used to be strong. That same night when everyone knew that we were doomed, we were still strong and had strong belief. We had our glorious past and the brave determination to walk into the future with our heads high and if we had to, to die.

I look into my men's eyes now and I frown. We have forgotten everything. We thought we had nothing to fight against and let an invisible enemy crawl inside. Fear and despair caught us off-guard. Losing is a process.

There has to be a way to stop that. We need to find a way to gather the shredded pieces of our hopes and build ourselves a new fortress. A fortress for out hearts. A home for our souls. A new belief for our future. Winning is a process. It just has to begin.