Small Speck of Courage

warcourageWar is a difficult thing to define: it’s one little solider standing in a line. Why is he there and standing so tall? Doesn’t he get that he is bound to fall? Yet he is there without any doubt. Clearly he knows what war is about. It’s more than just fighting, killing and dying. It’s about defending or facing your end trying. His courage was all he had inside; it was steady like the calm ocean tide. He was never seen as this type of man. For violence, people never imagined him a fan. They were wrong because he said he’d enlist. However on his life the war posed an unthinkable twist. There were tests, trials and results to be met. All seen against him as a simple war bet. Violence he encountered and the lives he took were more real than any picture in his books. He witnessed the pain, the torture, and death of war. And the experience changed him straight down to the core. But his courage always remained the same, as nothing more than a small, constant flame. Then when that final bullet hit, his final feelings stayed. He thought, “At least I was brave and didn’t run away.”

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