Every return to Kyiv is euphoric. And each time—a greater intensity of emotions: elation, love, appreciation, horror, fear. Along with a growing resolve with which I say, I am here and here is in the midst of war and I am here in the midst of war. An afternoon walk with my dear friend Larisa, following our usual route by the river, ends on a bench talking about how to arm and train the adult civilian population of Kyiv and surrounding towns. Because there are simply not enough soldiers in the Ukrainian military to protect us all from all directions.