There once was a war, so great, that it required the forces of all opposing nations. With foot soldiers and pikes, and old grenades with gun powder. They marched and marched and found their destination.
Finally, as they pulled out their muskets in the garb of old composers with wigs, the patriotic clothes of the time, instilling great virtue in the musketeers, against the opposing force, an Armenian stood afar and beheld the battle front lines. And he gave them a piece of advice, though not wanting them to be victorious. Likewise the Armenian counseled the opposing force, informing them what true victory truly is.
As they fired their muskets with the great piece of advice, they battled to the end.
As the battle ended with muskets emptied and gun powder overused, the soldiers knew they won.
The opposing force bowed before the musketeers, knowing that they truly lost, for they won on the outside not on the inside, as they learned from the Armenian.
The musketeers died that day with an emotional high as the opposing force went home having won the war only on the outside, living long and enduring lives.