The enemy came with ships and fire, thinking the Persian Gulf could be taken with threats, but the first blow they took was the realization that this is not ordinary water—this is the flowing soil of Iran. Keyvan had told them: this is our closest point to you, and whichever way they turned, they saw the trace of our boats and missiles. The young soldier shouted, "They are escaping!" while the enemy officer, in sheer terror, understood that our coastal systems cover everywhere. Then the radio announced, "Enemy target hit!" and Keyvan declared, "They came for a show of force, but returned with terror." That night, the Strait of Hormuz was not just a waterway; it was the border of the enemy's defeat, the graveyard of their ambition in Iranian waters, and forever a symbol of the Islamic Republic's authority—an authority born from the faith and pride of this land. Hormuz is eternal, because Iran is eternal.
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