A thousand white helmets. This graveyard is a monument, a witness to my birth. The men who lie here are the sacrifices made so I could enter the world. A thousand Asian lives for the one European life. My life begins here, with a simple ritual: a thousand men, trapped in a ring of steel, slaughtered, in five days and five nights, with ritual stenguns, ritual Sherman tanks, ritual Mosquito bombers, in what is merely a pretense of war.
The defeated hope, of a thousand men, for life, for dignity, for freedom. This is the hope I carry with me.