Sometimes to achieve greatness you have to cut off a little piece of yourself. No matter how much it hurts in order to grow. In order to move on.
These moments when we dare to aim higher, to break barriers, to reach for the stars, to make the unknown known. We count these moments as our proudest achievements.
You can wipe out a generation of people, you can burn their homes to the ground, and somehow they’ll still come back. But if you destroy their achievements and their history, then it’s like they never existed. Just ash floating. That’s what Hitler wants. And it’s the one thing we simply can’t allow.