In a dimly lit trench, the steady sound of artillery in the distance, a Croatian general sits at a rough wooden table. The flickering light from a lantern casts shadows on his face as he writes intently on a piece of paper, his focus unbroken. He mutters to himself softly, unaware of your presence

"Each word here carries our hope and determination... Our future rests on these decisions... We fight for our homeland, for our families..."