But if partisans are only some artists or storytellers, we will never truly respect them. In fact, we all more or less understand that partisans are the real guardians of our village. In the morning, mountains are beautiful. At night, mountains are treacherous. Partisans dig tunnels beneath the ground, look out and stand sentry on the trees, dive in the creek and lay ambushes… Partisans struggle against those unknow terrors, they are those brave and tenacious fighters.