amidst the chaos and the roar of gunfire, i find my thoughts drifting to the majestic windmills standing tall against the backdrop of our homeland, an embodiment of resilience and peace. before this turmoil, before the scorn of war shadowed our lands, these windmills were a testament to our ancestors' ingenious methods, harnessing the wind to mill our grain. in the prearrival of conflict, they symbolized hope, a promise to restore to the beginning what was unjustly withheld from us. now, as i reload, i envision a future where once again, they will spin freely, not just as structures, but as beacons of our enduring spirit and triumph.