,,Honor it’s not just a empty word, shamefully abused by other inhabitants of emptiness. It is something more, it’s a spark that fires a focal of hope that illuminates the darkness of the past.”

Sit down with us in a brotherhood circle, I will tell you a legend about better times, lost by the greed of our egoistic ancestors. I will tell you about the times when the stronger defended the weaker and the people managed something more than the desire to earn a few caps. Beautiful times were. . . But they will not come back when people died for ideals and honor were highest of virtues. This is exactly what our old volumes and legends like this have to say. We are the guardians of the past, we are brothers, we are the Union.