Sometimes the Nazis invade and push all the way to Leningrad, and you spend two years desperately fighting to keep the city from being overwhelmed.

Sometimes the Zionists decide your village needs to go and they come in the night with dynamite and machine guns, catching you unaware. 
Sometimes federal troops ride in before you can haul the guns into the hills and your family and comrades are surrounded in a little shack by a river. 
Sometimes your biggest partner and guarantor collapses in a crisis and you have to make desperate choices as your implacable enemy redoubles the effort to strangle you to death. 
Sometimes you've lost your headquarters and have to retreat, far far from where you started, and begin again. 
The struggle is not guaranteed victory. It will not always feel like we're winning. Sometimes you're ill-equipped and staring down a titan. But you're not struggling alone, the adversary has weaknesses and the struggle does not begin and end with us.
At least that's what I tell myself.