The words are powerless and poor to describe the heroism of our soldiers and officers on the battlefield. Today, new epics and stories are being written in the hero book of the Armenian people; today, new pages are being added to the history of our glory.

We owe to the memory of our dear victims, our heroic sons who bravely fought unequally in defense of the homeland. And the name of that debt is a victory. I bow to mothers who gave birth to heroes. Your grief is immense, but believe me, my heart aches for our dead boys, as if I had lost my own children.

You are indescribably strong, fighters of my country. You manage not only to protect the borders of our state, but also to shoot videos during the rare moments of the ceasefire, giving confidence the population behind you and asking them not to worry.

Anyone who has been in Artsakh, anyone who has seen the nature of Artsakh, the people of Artsakh, heard their dialect, will understand that the three are inextricably intertwined. No one can separate them. They are incredibly old, incredibly vibrant and, incredibly monolithic. The land of Artsakh, the mountains of Artsakh will not tolerate foreigners. […]

I love you, my homeland, Armenia, and that love is not just words with a pleasant vocabulary. You have come from the depths of the centuries with your courageous essence…

Interview with Col Albert Baghdasaryan, Head of the General Staff’s Management Department

When the forest gets dark, the village lights up, as if stars are falling from the sky into the gorge.