«The dawn is especially beautiful today. A white creeping haze tries to hide the rising sun, hide it from the eyes, blur its silhouette. But I know that the higher the solar disk rises, the brighter it will become. The more majestic its radiance will be. Up there, where there is no longer any haze, the sun will appear to me in all its splendor. That's exactly how it rose above the horizon thousands of years before me. It will also sprout thousands of years after. Father always said: "Greet every day and be thankful that it gives you another opportunity to see the dawn. The sun is our symbol: it is on our flags, it was on your grandfather's hachimaki on his last flight. It goes along with the history of our country. With the history of our family. Show him your good deeds today and try to live until tomorrow to meet the dawn again." Siren. It's time.»