Constantine XI to start with an easy one.
>>401134
Poor guy would have been one of the greats if he were emperor in Rome's heyday, he just wasn't made for those times. At least the empire went out proudly with him instead of John 'please help me' VIII
>>401134
Tell story please
>>401191
It's basically the real life equivalent of that charge from Return of the King. Only the Byzantines never got any reinforcements.
>>401199
>>Within the city, the anxiety of the past few weeks had strained tempers to breaking point. Relations between Greeks, Venetians and Genoese - never easy at the best of times - had now reached a point where the three communities were barely on speaking terms. Even on vital matters of defence, every order was questioned, every suggestion argued, every motive suspected. Then, it seemed from one moment to the next, on that last Monday of the Empire's history, the mood changed. As the hour approached for the final reckoning, all quarrels and differences were forgotten. Work on the walls continued as always -though the Turks might enjoy their day of rest, there could be no respite for the defenders - but elsewhere throughout the city the people of Constantinople left their houses and gathered for one last collective intercession. As the bells pealed out from the churches, the most sacred icons and the most precious of relics were carried out to join the long, spontaneous procession of Greeks and Italians, Orthodox and Catholic alike, that wound its way through the streets and along the whole length of the walls, pausing for special prayers at every point where the damage had been particularly severe, or where the Sultan's artillery might be expected to concentrate its fire on the following day.
>>The procession was soon joined by the Emperor himself; and when it was finished he summoned his commanders to address them for the last time. Two versions of his speech have come down to us, one by his secretary Sphrantzes and one by Archbishop Leonard of Mitylene; and though they differ in detail and phraseology they are sufficiently similar to give us the substance of Constantine's words. He spoke first to his Greek subjects, telling them that there were four great causes for which a man should be ready to die: his faith, his country, his family and his sovereign. They must now be prepared to give their lives for all four. He for his part would willingly sacrifice his own for his faith, his city and his people. They were a great and noble people, the descendants of the heroes of ancient Greece and Rome, and he had no doubt that they would prove themselves worthy of their forefathers in the defence of their city, in which the infidel Sultan wished to seat his false prophet on the throne of Jesus Christ. Turning to the Italians, he thanked them for all that they had done and assured them of his love and trust in the dangers that lay ahead. They and the Greeks were now one people, united in God; with His help they would be victorious. Finally he walked slowly round the room, speaking to each man in turn and begging forgiveness if he had ever caused him any offence.
>>
>>401235
Oh dammit
>>Dusk was falling. From all over the city, as if by instinct, the people were making their way to the church of the Holy Wisdom. For the past five months the building had been generally avoided by the Greeks, defiled as they believed it to be by the Latin usages that no pious Byzantine could possibly accept. Now, for the first and last time, liturgical differences were forgotten. St Sophia was, as no other church could ever be, the spiritual centre of Byzantium. For eleven centuries, since the days of the son of Constantine the Great, the cathedral church of the city had stood on that spot; for over nine of those centuries the great gilded cross surmounting Justinian's vast dome had symbolized the faith of city and Empire. In this moment of supreme crisis, there could be nowhere else to go.
Archduke Ferdinand:
>One bullet pierced Franz Ferdinand's neck while the other pierced Sophie's abdomen. ... As the car was reversing (to go back to the Governor's residence because the entourage thought the Imperial couple were unhurt) a thin streak of blood shot from the Archduke's mouth onto Count Harrach's right cheek (he was standing on the car's running board). Harrach drew out a handkerchief to still the gushing blood. The Duchess, seeing this, called: "For Heaven's sake! What happened to you?" and sank from her seat, her face falling between her husband's knees.
>Harrach and Potoriek ... thought she had fainted ... only her husband seemed to have an instinct for what was happening. Turning to his wife despite the bullet in his neck, Franz Ferdinand pleaded: "Sopherl! Sopherl! Sterbe nicht! Bleibe am Leben für unsere Kinder! - Sophie dear! Don't die! Stay alive for our children!" Having said this, he seemed to sag down himself. His plumed hat ... fell off; many of its green feathers were found all over the car floor. Count Harrach seized the Archduke by the uniform collar to hold him up. He asked "Leiden Eure Kaiserliche Hoheit sehr? - Is Your Imperial Highness suffering very badly?" "Es ist nichts. - It is nothing." said the Archduke in a weak but audible voice. He seemed to be losing consciousness during his last few minutes, but, his voice growing steadily weaker, he repeated the phrase perhaps six or seven times more.
>That last service of vespers ever to be held in the Great Church was also, surely, the most inspiring. Once again, the defenders on the walls were unable to desert their posts; but virtually every other able-bodied man, woman and child in the city crowded into St Sophia to take the Eucharist and to pray together, under the great golden mosaics that they knew so well, for their deliverance. The Patriarchal Chair was still vacant; but Orthodox bishops and priests, monks and nuns - many of whom had sworn never to cross the threshold of the building until it had been formally cleansed of the last traces of Roman pollution - were present in their hundreds. Present too was Cardinal Isidore, formerly Metropolitan of Kiev, long execrated as a renegade and traitor to his former faith, but now heard with a new respect as he dispensed the Holy Sacrament and intoned once again the old liturgies.
>>The service was still in progress when the Emperor arrived with his commanders. He first asked forgiveness of his sins from every bishop present, Catholic and Orthodox alike; then he too took communion with the rest. Much later, when all but the few permanent candles had been put out and the Great Church was in darkness, he returned alone and spent some time in prayer; then he returned to Blachernae for a last farewell to his household. Towards midnight, accompanied by George Sphrantzes, he rode for the last time the length of the Land Walls to assure himself that everything possible had been done for their defence. On their return, he took his faithful secretary to the top of a tower near the Palace of Blachernae, where for an hour they watched together and listened. Then he dismissed him. The two never met again.
>>Constantine Dragases can have had little sleep that night, for Mehmet did not wait till dawn to launch his assault. At half-past one in the morning he gave the signal. Suddenly, the silence of the night was shattered - the blasts of trumpets and the hammering of drums combining with the blood-curdling Turkish war-cries to produce a clamour fit to waken the dead. At once the church bells began to peal, a sign to the whole city that the final battle had begun. The old people and children flocked to their local churches, or down to the Golden Horn where the church of St Theodosia,1 decked with roses, was celebrating its patron's feast-day; the men - those who were not already there - and many of the women sped to the walls, where there was work to be done.
>>The Sultan never underestimated his opponents. He knew that if he were to take the city he must first wear down its defenders, attacking in wave after wave, allowing them no rest. He first sent forward the bashi-bazouks, Christian and Muslim alike, from every corner of Europe and western Asia. His army included many thousands of these irregulars. Largely untrained and armed with whatever weapons they happened to possess, they had little staying power, but their initial onslaught could be terrifying indeed. To Mehmet they also possessed a further advantage: they were expendable, ideal for demoralizing the enemy and making it an easy victim for the more sophisticated regiments that he would send in after them. For two hours they hurled themselves against the walls, and particularly against the most strategic section across the Lycus valley; yet somehow, thanks in large measure to the heroic efforts of Giovanni Giustiniani Longo and his men, the great bastion held firm. Shortly before four in the morning, the Sultan called them back. They had failed to breach the walls, but they had served their purpose well, keeping the defenders busy and draining them of energy.
>>401221
Also because of this. Why is this place so poetical?
>>The second wave of the attack followed hot on the first. It was provided by several regiments of Anatolian Turks, all - unlike the irregulars - fully trained and superbly disciplined. Pious Muslims to a man, each was determined to win eternal rewards in Paradise by being the first to enter the greatest city of Christendom. They fought with outstanding courage and on one occasion - after one of the largest cannon had pulverized a great stretch of the wall - came within an ace of forcing an entry; but the Christians, led by the Emperor himself, closed round them, killed as many as they could and drove the rest back across the ditch. When he heard the news, the Sultan flew into his usual rage; but he was not unduly disturbed. Fine soldiers as they were, he would not have wished the laurels of battle won by the Anatolians. That honour must be kept for his own favourite regiment of Janissaries; and it was these whom he now threw into the fray.
So many officers died in the Napoleonic Wars.
>>Then disaster struck. Soon after dawn a bolt from a culverin struck Giovanni Giustiniani Longo, pierced his breastplate and smashed through his chest. The wound was not mortal, but Giustiniani — who had been holding the line where the pressure was at its greatest since the fighting began — was already exhausted and unable to continue. Collapsing on the ground and obviously in excruciating pain, he refused all the Emperor's entreaties to stay at his post and insisted on being carried down to a Genoese ship lying in the harbour. Constantine's attitude to a gravely wounded man may sound unreasonable; but he was well aware of the effect that Giustiniani's departure would have on his compatriots. Before the gate leading from the walls out into the city could be relocked, the Genoese streamed through it.
>>The Sultan, watching closely from across the ditch, may or may not have seen Giustiniani fall; but he knew at once that something was amiss, and immediately launched yet another wave of Janissaries. They were headed by a giant named Hassan, who smashed his way through to the broken stockade and was over it before the defenders could stop him. He was killed a moment later; but by now more and more of his companions were following where he had led, and soon the Greeks were retreating back to the inner wall. Caught between the two rows of fortifications, they were easy prey to the advancing Turks and many of them were slaughtered where they stood.
>>At this point those Janissaries who, having reached the inner wall, were congratulating themselves on being the first into the city, saw to their astonishment a Turkish flag flying from a tower a short distance away to the north. An hour or so before, a group of about fifty Turkish irregulars on patrol had found a small door in the wall, half-hidden at the foot of the tower and insecurely bolted. It was in fact a sally-port known as the Kerkoporta, through which the commanders of that particular stretch of the wall - three Genoese brothers called Bocchiardi - had organized several effective raids on the Turkish camp. The bashi-bazouks had managed to force the door open, and had made their way up a narrow stair to the top of the tower. Such an action, with no army to give them support, was virtually suicidal; but in the confusion after the wounding of Giustiniani they encountered no resistance and were able soon afterwards to hoist a Turkish standard, leaving the door open for others to follow. It was almost certainly they, and not the Janissaries, who were the first of the besiegers to enter the city.
>>By now, however, the Turks were pouring through the open breaches. Constantine himself, having seen that the situation at the Kerkoporta was hopeless, had returned to his old post above the Lycus valley. There, with Don Francisco de Toledo - who, despite his age, had shown superb gallantry throughout the campaign - his cousin Theophilus Palaeologus and his friend John Dalmata, he fought desperately for as long as he could to hold the gate through which Giustiniani had been carried. Finally, seeing that all was lost, he flung off his imperial regalia and, still accompanied by his friends, plunged into the fray where the fighting was thickest. He was never seen again.
>>It was early morning, with the waning moon high in the sky. The siege of Constantinople was over. The walls were strewn with the dead and dying, but of living, able-bodied defenders there was scarcely a trace. The surviving Greeks had hurried home to their families, in a desperate attempt to save them from the rape and pillage that was already beginning; the Venetians were making for their ships, the Genoese for the comparative security of Galata. They found the Golden Horn surprisingly quiet: most of the Turkish sailors had already left their ships, terrified lest the army should get the best of the plunder. The Venetian commander, Alvise Diedo, encountered no resistance when he set his sailors to cut through the thongs attaching the boom to the walls of Galata; his little fleet, accompanied by seven Genoese vessels and half a dozen Byzantine galleys, then swung out into the Marmara and thence down the Hellespont to the open sea. All were packed to the gunwales with refugees, many of whom had swum out to them from the shore to escape the fate that awaited those who remained
>>They were well-advised to do so, for that fate was horrible indeed. By noon the streets were running red with blood. Houses were ransacked, women and children raped or impaled, churches razed, icons wrenched from their golden frames, books ripped from their silver bindings. The Imperial Palace at Blachernae was left an empty shell. In the church of St Saviour in Chora the mosaics and frescos were miraculously spared, but the Empire's holiest icon, the Virgin Hodegetria, said to have been painted by St Luke himself,1 was hacked into four pieces and destroyed. The most hideous scenes of all, however, were enacted in the church of the Holy Wisdom. Matins were already in progress when the berserk conquerors were heard approaching. Immediately the great bronze doors were closed; but the Turks soon smashed their way in. The poorer and more unattractive of the congregation were massacred on the spot; the remainder were lashed together and led off to the Turkish camps, for their captors to do with as they liked. As for the officiating priests, they continued with the Mass as long as they could before being killed at the high altar; but there are among the Orthodox faithful those who still believe that at the last moment one or two of them gathered up the most precious of the patens and chalices and mysteriously disappeared into the southern wall of the sanctuary. There they will remain until the day Constantinople becomes a Christian city once again, when they will resume the liturgy at the point at which it was interrupted.
>>Sultan Mehmet had promised his men the three days of looting to which by Islamic tradition they were entitled; but after an orgy of violence on such a scale, there were no protests when he brought it to a close on the same day as it had begun. There was by then little left to plunder, and his soldiers had more than enough to do sharing out the loot and enjoying their captives. He himself waited until the worst excesses were over before entering the city. Then, in the late afternoon, accompanied by his chief ministers, his imams and his bodyguard of Janissaries, he rode slowly down the principal thoroughfare, the Mese, to St Sophia. Dismounting outside the central doors, he stooped to pick up a handful of earth which, in a gesture of humility, he sprinkled over his turban; then he entered the Great Church. As he walked towards the altar, he stopped one of his soldiers whom he saw hacking at the marble pavement; looting, he told him, did not include the destruction of public buildings. He had in any case already decided that the church of the Holy Wisdom should be converted into the chief mosque of the city. At his command the senior imam mounted the pulpit and proclaimed the name of Allah, the All-Merciful and Compassionate: there was no God but God and Mohammed was his Prophet. The Sultan touched his turbaned head to the ground in prayer and thanksgiving.
>>Leaving the Great Church, he crossed the square to the old, ruined Palace of the Emperors, founded by Constantine the Great eleven and a half centuries before; and as he wandered through its ancient halls, his slippers brushing the dust from the pebbled floor-mosaics - some of which have survived to this day - he is said to have murmured the lines of a Persian poet:
The spider weaves the curtains in the palace of the Caesars;
The owl calls the watches in the towers of Afrasiab.1
>>He had achieved his ambition. Constantinople was his. He was just twenty-one years old.
>>401274
I'm familiar with the anon that wrote this. Anymore of his works? Also do you have a link to a pdf file or something where this commentary on the siege is condensed?
>>401293
Not Anon, I'm just copypasting from John Julius Norwich's history of Byzantium. Its three volumes, but there is an abridged version if that's what you want.
http://bookzz.org/book/878098/cea91c
And the full book
http://bookzz.org/book/1213050/d1cc71
>>401319
>bookzz
Is it a good source? Finding movies or video games is no problem but books are a bitch to find online. I mostly use libgen but it's understandable it doesn't have everything.
>>401239
>Sophie dear! Don't die! Stay alive for our children!
I don't know why, but that absolutely crushed my soul. I feel sad now.
>>401595
Same.
I have this hope in my heart that turkey will descend into some east/west Kurd civil war shithole and some Greek general will not give a fuck, mobilize the Greek army, and invade instanbul.
Everyone in the west would have a heart attack and loads of Greeks would freak out, but deep down every Greek would praise The Eternal Christ. Maybe the general himself rationally thought doing so would be a bad idea, but I think he would do it as a duty, something that he had to do as a Greek. Pay back. Avenging your ancestors and restoring the honor of your people.
>>401595
>>401658
the greeks tried to reconquer Constantinople. Failed miserably. Jerusalem will never be Muslim Again and Constantinople will never be christian again
>>401658
I also have that hope that Native Americans will wake up and reclaim their homeland, massacring the US Army and claiming Washington DC using their bows and tomahawks
Or how about badass Tibetan monks taking advantage of China's economic struggle and conquering Beijing? I really hope that will happen as well
Or even better, Atlanteans murdering us all in our sleep and reclaiming what's rightfully theirs
Hell yeah
That would be cool
>>401658
We did rather have jobs and positive budget than a Turk-infested shithole.
>>401658
>and some Greek general will not give a fuck, mobilize the Greek army, and invade instanbul.
he literally could not do that, if he tried he would probably lose his job and put to shame for even attempting it
unless you know someone allowed him to do it
>>401883
I don't know how favorable the Greek people would be to rogue generals, especially after the junta in the 70's
>>401595
At best, 12,000 men stood against 50,000. The damn near fucking won, too.
The craziest part is the group of ships that broke the turkish blockade to get INTO the city.
They sailed into certain death to help the greeks. Four ships, breaking a blockade that had 90 or more, to deliver food to a starving city, and stay in fight against all odds.
Fucking heroes.
The death of the unnamed Viking at Stamford Bridge.
>>402297
Cowardly Saxons
>>401595
Funny because 1) Turkey sucks but the Empire was so weak because of the latin catholics unfortunately and 2) the Brits captured Istambul and guess what it remained in the Turkish hands.
>>401134
Constantine was a good man. Too bad god sent us against him.
>>402400
I'd say there were a lot of cowards that day. But the Saxons get more than they bargained for.
Dian fucking Wei, the greatest bodyguard to ever live.
>Cao Cao had stayed in Wan for more than 10 days when Zhang Xiu suddenly rebelled and launched a surprise attack on Cao's camp. Cao Cao was caught unprepared so he retreated with a few horsemen. Dian Wei stood guard at the entrance to the camp and prevented Zhang Xiu's soldiers from advancing further. The enemy then scattered and broke into Cao Cao's camp from the other entrances. Dian Wei had about a dozen men with him and they were all heavily outnumbered by Zhang Xiu's forces. However, Dian Wei fought bravely with a long ji, and with each swing of his weapon, he broke more than ten enemy spears. As the battle went on, Dian Wei's men were eventually all killed and Dian himself had sustained several wounds all over his body, but he continued fighting the enemy at close quarters with short weapons. Dian Wei grabbed two enemies and killed them, and the others did not dare to approach him. Dian Wei then rushed forward and slew several more enemy soldiers before eventually succumbing to his wounds. Just before his death, he was still glaring and swearing at the enemy. Only after confirming that Dian Wei was dead did the enemies dare to come forward and decapitate him. Dian Wei's head was passed around for Zhang Xiu's men to see. They also came to look at his headless body.
>By then, Cao Cao had already retreated safely to Wuyin, and he broke down in tears when he heard of Dian Wei's death. He ordered his men to retrieve Dian Wei's body and personally attended the funeral and had Dian buried in Xiangyi. Later, whenever Cao Cao passed by Dian Wei's grave, he would stop to pay his respects and mourn Dian.
>>401134
>implying he didn't just hang himself
LOVING
EVERY
LAUGH
>>401595
From Central asia to Gates of Wien
>>402832
I've heard this story. Gets me every time...
>>401134
>The last and definitive attack took place the next morning. Francisco de Sarmiento, on horseback, was wounded in the face by three arrows, but he continued to encourage his men.[23] Demolished by heavy gunfire, the ruins of the walls became indefensible. Sarmiento then ordered the 600 Spanish survivors to retreat. His idea consisted of defending a castle in the lower city where the civilian population of Castelnuovo had taken refuge.[23] Although the withdrawal was made in perfect order and discipline, Sarmiento and his men found that the doors of the castle were walled at their arrival.[23] Sarmiento was offered a rope to raise him to the walls,[23] but refused and responded "Never God wants that I was saved and my companions were lost without me".[5][23] After that he joined Machín de Munguía, Juan Vizcaíno and Sancho Frias to lead the last stand. Surrounded by the Ottoman army, the last Spanish soldiers fought back to back until none were able to fight. At the end of day, Castelnuovo was in Ottoman hands.[24]
>>401220
Nicholas II was the last Roman Emperor.
>>403097
What are the white patches at the start of the map?
>>403336
dates
>>401595
Ottoman Empire=/=Turkey
>>401595
Why would you hate them for something that happened 500 years ago?
>>403570
Like SJW of today need something to be an advocate for some people just NEED something to hate no matter how irrelevant it is to them in the present era.
>>401280
>There they will remain until the day Constantinople becomes a Christian city once again, when they will resume the liturgy at the point at which it was interrupted.
tfw we will see Russians BTFO Turks and take back Constantinople
>>401595
It's ours forever, beat it kiddo.
>>402452
>Turkey sucks
Mind elaborating so I can come round to your viewpoint?
Cyrus the Great
>stabbed, crucified, decapitated, head placed in sack full of blood
>>401134
Catherine the Great
:^)
>>403701
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_massacres_in_Turkey
>muh kebab dindu nuthin he a good boy
>>403570
There are plenty of things from the past few years
>>403882
She died on a toilet made from a throne of the Polish king (supposedly). She suffered a lot.
The bitch deserved it.
>>401134
Any IMRO voivod.
>In 1905 Uzunov with his band (cheta) entered Bitola and after that Kičevo in order to gain control of that region.[12] On 23 April 1905, they entered the village of Tser in the region of Kičevo, together with the cheta of Kičevo voivode Vancho Sarbakov. The night of April the 24th they were surrounded by a great number of Ottoman forces and after using up their ammunition, facing surrender, they decided to commit suicide.[16] Uzunov then wrote a short letter addressed to all "honourable revolutionaries" and after that he and his men killed themselves. His grave is located in Tser, where he died.
> On June 9, 1904, they were betrayed by local Serbomans near the village of Gorno Gyugyantsi, Kratovo region, and were surrounded by Turkish military. After 6 hours of battle, the freedom fighters began to withdraw. The leader Stoyan Donski and 20 freedom fighters were killed. Slaveyko Arsov, who was injured, took his own life.
>Methody Patcev
>Surrounded on all sides the revolutionaries fought for over 24 hours, when asked by the Turks to surrender they said "Macedonians don't surrender" and killed themselves with their last bullets
>>404460
She died fucking a horse, horsefucker
>>401134
There are two different reports of his death though.
There's the one where he charged at the Ottomans in a futile but honorable last stand. Badass death 10/10 Caesar and Augustus are smiling upon him in the afterlife.
Then there's the one where he hangs himself like a kuk when he hears the Ottomans have breached the city.
Still can't fucking imagine what it must have felt like on the day when Constantinople fell. what Constantine must have been thinking too.
The Spartan king Agis III
>Having been joined by the other forces of the league (Elis, Achaea and Arcadia), Agis laid siege to Megalopolis. The city held out until Antipater came to its relief. In the subsequent battle of Megalopolis, Agis' army inflicted heavy casualties on the larger Macedonian force but was finally defeated, Agis himself died trying to gain his surviving men time to withdraw to safety.[4][5][6][7][8]
On the manner of his death, Diodorus comments:
>He had fought gloriously and fell with many frontal wounds. As he was being carried by his soldiers back to Sparta, he found himself surrounded by the enemy. Despairing of his own life, he ordered the rest to make their escape with all speed and to save themselves for the service of their country, but he himself armed and rising to his knees defended himself, killed some of the enemy and was himself slain by a javelin cast. He had reigned nine years.[9]
Basically the Spartans lost the battle, and their king decided to fight by himself against the Macedonians to give them time to gtfo.
Are there any movies about the fall of Constantinople from the point of view of Constantine?
I there's that Turkish propaganda Fetih 1453 but nobody wants that bullshit.
I want to see the real hero of that conquest.
>>401268
The Byzantines also used that gate to reconquer the city from the Latins.
You'd have thought somebody would have remembered and made sure it was properly bolted.
>>405220
It was the Italians who were using it to conduct raids on the encamped forces outside.
>>405014
That was a rumor created by the Poles who are still to this day mad that a woman conquered their country
>>401595
keep crying
>>405330
> Sikh
> Kebab
Pick one, you cheeky scrublord
>>405252
Nope. Not to my knowledge. She died on a toilet. But I assume she had a lot of enemies because she was just such a fucking horrible human being and monarch. I think only Voltaire liked her because she was giving him free stuff.
>>405380
>Nope
I was only disagreeing on the cause of her death, which we both know isn't by horse
Still, it was better for Russia that she took the throne of her fucking incompetent husband, and by fucking rather than killing
>>401595
stay mad faggot
it will be forever ours
>>401658
There are more Turks in Istanbul than Greeks in existence. It would not be good for Greece to retake the city.
>>405347
On that note, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Saragarhi
>>405499
You can easily fix that.
>>405529
Not really. No easily.
>>405079
The fact that the Turks did not display and desecrate his body lends credence to the first story.
>>405539
All you need is will and modern technology.
>>402297
When you get the best armour in M&B
>>405079
Try reading Nicol's Immortal Emperor it has an entire chapter dedicated to discussing the different traditional tales of what happened to his body. There's reason to believe his body was found eventually (by the boots he had) on and probably decapitated.
>>401595
Right, because the empire they were finishing had never done anything comparable.
>Carthago delenda est
>>403298
Go home Vlad
>>401595
They tried, m8. they really did
>>405809
lel
King Richard III of England
>>407723
yorkies pls go
>>405809
All hail the Great Long Axe!
>>401814
I am fine with that.
Let's take back what once was ours.
