Today, the dawn greeted me in all its glory—armor polished, sword sharpened, army assembled. They await my command, and I… take a selfie.
A great commander must not only fight but also document history. With a swift motion, I captured the perfect shot—stern faces of soldiers, gleaming helmets, flawless formation.
But as soon as I put my phone away, the questions began:
— Commander, when’s lunch?
— Commander, are we sure we’ll win?
— Commander, can I take a day off?
I realized one thing: victory belongs not to those with the most swords, but to those with the strongest nerves.
