Where does it derive its strength? is it the blood soaked soil? or the fear stained heart?

A.P. Sweet
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Where does it derive its strength? is it the blood soaked soil? or the fear stained heart?– Where does the strength of a society's spirit come from? From the land and its people? Or from the hearts of individuals - their courage, determination, and conviction? Where does a society derive its strength from? The land or from its people? Where does a society derive its strength from It is not only about the soil and the people; there is also a third element. What is this third element that gives the strength to a community? Is it their sense of responsibility, their love for one another and their willingness to sacrifice for one another.

Source: The Abattoir Of Silence

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