Here’s what I’ll say—you can try to humiliate and insult Ukraine all you want, trample on it, and grovel at Putin’s feet to the sound of jeers and mockery, but it won’t change a thing. Those who engage in such disgraceful behavior, devoid of honor and conscience, are only digging their own graves. They will never take from us what we have—our immense pride in how we have endured a decade of war against Russian aggression. We Ukrainians still don’t fully grasp the sheer magnitude of what we have endured—especially these past three years of full-scale war against one of the largest armies in history. Behind us stand countless stories of extraordinary courage, military honor, and valor—stories that have reshaped history. The volunteer battalions of 2014—men who, just the day before, were taxi drivers and small business owners—armed themselves with whatever they could find in surplus stores and hunting shops, then marched off to war in sneakers with rusty Kalashnikovs to fight Russian saboteurs in Donbas, because the regular army was paralyzed and catastrophically weakened. The "Cyborgs" of Donetsk airport, with their yellow armbands, fought like lions for over 240 days, until the last defenders were buried beneath the ruins. The men and women who, from almost nothing, rebuilt the Ukrainian army from the ashes of decades of neglect and plunder. That progress came with countless mistakes and met ferocious resistance. The people who, just three years ago, signed up for the Territorial Defense Forces and learned the basics of combat tactics while holding cardboard rifle cutouts. Those who held onto their fighting spirit and will to resist when Ukraine was given a mere 72 hours in a full-scale war with Russia. And yet, despite everything, they did not surrender. They fought with unrelenting fury and strength, obliterating Russia’s massive tank columns when the darkest hour came. The heroic defenders of Kyiv, Chernihiv, Sumy, Kharkiv, and Mykolaiv—against all odds—forced Russia into a humiliating defeat outside Ukraine’s capital and shattered its so-called "blitzkrieg." This is the story of the heroic and tragic defense of Mariupol and the Azovstal steel plant—a saga that will be written about in books and documentaries for generations. How can one even begin to describe the magnitude of Ukraine’s achievements—delivering crushing defeats to Russia near Kharkiv, liberating Kherson, and draining Russia’s seemingly endless Soviet-era arsenals through sheer resilience and determination? This is the story of those who, every single day, in the filth and horror of trench warfare, stand against an overwhelmingly superior enemy—forcing it, literally, to send wave after wave of men to die just to capture the smoldering ruins of small provincial towns and villages in Donbas. How can one put into words the historical greatness of ordinary Ukrainian men—unshaven, exhausted, covered in dirt—who, month after month, year after year, endure all-devouring and all-incinerating Russian artillery and aerial bombardments, yet still manage to achieve the impossible? They fight in the ruins of Avdiivka, in the killing fields of Bakhmut, in the mud, the cold, the snow, the stench of death, and the never-ending horror. These are the people who, despite every "expert forecast," time and again found a way—who convinced Western leaders to believe and send weapons, who discovered countermeasures against Russia’s overwhelming might, and who continued the fight, no matter what. They are our own "Greatest Generation," and it will take us years to fully comprehend their greatness and how they have reshaped history. Any disgraceful, fleeting political theatrics aren’t worth the dirt beneath a Ukrainian soldier’s fingernail. Good is good, and evil is evil. And evil will never take from Ukraine what we have seen with our own eyes through these years—because all of this is so much, much greater than any immoral insults ever could be.