For a moment I forget that I have to see a military doctor. Someone, who served in the border military units, was attacked by saboteurs and rescued soldiers wounded by a sniper’s bullet from the clutches of death.

The training day started in the border military unit in the early morning. It is a shooting drill. The conscripts, under the command of their commanders, spare no effort to refine and improve their firing, strive to hit all targets, and surpass their own results.

They are determined and strong-willed, proud and strong, brave and principled … The girls serving in the Armenian army are like that, they are not inferior to the boys and they serve the homeland equally with them.

Women in epaulettes are not enlisted in the military; they join it only voluntarily.

Dear military commanders and soldiers of the Armenian Army

We are in the military unit under the command of Col Vazgen Hakobyan, whose subordinates are on combat duty along the southern border of our country. We are walking around the military unit, and watching the daily routine.

He was tired. The legs were barely moving. The boys were ahead. He was walking behind them. Not walking, rather rolling. This was different. Two days had passed since the attack, but the brain was not resting.