My husband and I went to one of the old castles. We climbed the wall and looked at the surroundings. And in the courtyard of the castle a bunch of ten-year-olds in knightly coats and with swords run and scratch each other (they had a sports camp there).
We look at all this, we embrace and I say to my husband, “We are a prince and a princess with you, and this is our army,” and after a second with my husband the choir sadly says, “Daaa, the fucking army we have.”