Soldiers have been shat on for centuries by the politicians. Were it not nor the aspects of true courage and their acts if valour, only where on the field of battle can you truly call a man a friend, when there is no Ulterior motive and all men are equal in the eyes of god, while death holds all the aces. Warriors are born and we follow our destiny.
Poets dream their dreams and and in belying their own scant knowledge, can infuse the passion of countless of people for a thought or a cause.
To encapsulate on paper, mortal thoughts and deeds, that sometimes only the gods have seen,and where warriors have been.
Or perchance, can show their fellow man;" what folly war actually is, in its waste of youth".
Giajl © Jim Love 11:19 22/09/12