The tradition of two reapers The place is a shield and a front. The enemy tries to bite the bully like a dog that hits the door. It struggles. It grinds. But its sharp teeth are also falling out. Targeted artillery shells hit the enemy fort on the other side of Hamusit. The season is ripe. 

The district is war! If the farmer does not harvest the wheat that is the basis of his livelihood, he will be ruined. As we marveled at the courage and morale of the cannons, we saw members of the local community marching to the fields. We followed our camera. The members divide the farms of the farmers and hasten the melody during the harvest season, which can be heard all over the area. 

There is no song in our country that does not speak Oromo, Amharic. Not only these soldiers, but Ethiopia itself seems to be reaping the rewards. Within hours, the produce of the field was harvested and harvested. Farmers far away who heard that war could be reaped began to appear. Mrs. Habtam is one of them. 

We asked them how they felt. They told us that they were discouraged. They had a reason. There was war in the area, so our products would be destroyed. Tell us something else about the threat. While the junta was in the area, he harvested the crops of many farmers and roasted the leftovers. 

Not to be outdone - this is part of the process. But my children did not raise my hopes, even though they were fighting. (My children are members of the military.) "There is only one thing I can do for this army. May the Creator protect them. May the God of Ethiopia grant them victory. Return in victory." They told us.

 We have never seen such a graduation. What they said happened in the evening and in the morning. How can some of those who took part in the harvest fight with the sickle? Isn't it difficult? We told them. Their response was simple. We added a question about how. Their response was based on genuine faith. It says. "We are the Ethiopian Defense Forces who have been and continue to live by faith in the values ​​of the people and the country."

 "One of the things we are showing in all four corners of our country is public support. "Even when we chase after locusts and locusts, which ravage us when we fall, when we fall, when we are thirsty, when we are hungry, when we are hungry, when we are tired, when we are tired, when we are tired, when we are tired, when we are lazy," he said.

 Before we finish our interview with the members, we are told to move forward. We told them. The response was amazing.

 We are moving on to the next harvest. Aren't you going to report it? Although we were confused for a while, the next harvest was not wheat, teff, or barley. Later, as we learned from the scene, it was the terrorist Tigray invading force that was responsible for the harvest. 

The air and the ground mechanics and pedestrians combined to protect us from the Thingeng gel at the fort near Hamusit. To be honest, we were impressed by the tradition of the two harvesters. Our army, which was in the forefront of the shield, was indeed on the verge of extinction. 

The crop of the people and the armor of the enemy. Rejoice, my Ethiopia. For your harvest and your enemy are being reaped.