9 November, 2017
He is not self-contained, but still very modest. He looks peaceful as does someone with a stubborn character, but hot-tempered at the same time. He is about thirty. The name is Gevorg, and everyone looks up to him. He is a scout, a commander of a special platoon, one of the best in the Armenian army, a master of flawless execution of special tasks.

He appears in the adversary’s rear and punishes them for harming our soldiers. After the enemy's unsuccessful intrusion attempts, Gevorg penetrates into the no-man’s land to capture the weapons the enemy had left behind. He has been awarded the Medal of Courage twice. And last but not least, he was one of the participants of the 2014 special operation to evacuate the bodies of the pilots killed on November 12.

“When you cross the border, what's changing inside you?” I'm asking him as if breaking the rigid mystery.

“When you overcome unknown trails to get to the opposite side of the border, pass through crooked roads, when you start to tell apart the breeze from silence, when you face vague feelings,  when you look at the war in a new light, it is when you overcome yourself. And that’s much harder than overcoming someone else.”

"How about fear, anxiety, confusion?"

"Only a fool feels no fear," Gevorg says in a low voice.

"Do you like taking risks?"

“A scout’s work is a tough one. It requires skills, courage, thorough preparation, honesty.”

As he speaks, I think. Is it the service that has toughened him? What he says is unquestionable; he knows the value of every word he utters.

He is as human as us: he too hesitates, tough sometimes, sometimes soft, but the will and self-control are more vigilant in him. There is no single glance or movement that doesn’t indicate those features. He never forgets what his job is.

“Is there a rule that you will never break?”

“I will never give an assignment to my soldiers that I am not ready to accomplish myself. You cannot win a battle by giving orders only. This is my law”.