I am a knight who alone defends an entire fortress. Every day I put on my armor again and again and go into battle. I can show no sign that my armor is softer than paper and that I still have a spearhead in me that I have not been able to remove for years. There are hundreds and thousands of wounds on my body that may never heal. But I can't show how bad I feel. Yes, I am strong. I repeat this to myself every morning, because I have to be. I fight for the right of my fortress to exist. I fight to believe in my gods, because if I believe that the world is different, I will lose. I fight for those I have shaken hands with and called brothers, to keep calling them that. I could be even stronger...