My memorial day was busy so I was unable to write. This post does reflect what I think and believe. Plus it is written so beautifully.
It might not be immediately obvious, but I was raised in a family that revered military service, at least in times of war.
It was a different type of military honor than in the US though, because it went all the way to Rome and it was the idea of tribal defense, and also the idea of manly deportment (which weirdly never excluded me in my family.) Legionaries shouldn’t cry, you were never a craven coward, even when you were a girl child and trembling inside. When battle was offered, you joined battle with all seeming appearance of outward glee. At any rate, you were supposed to fight to defend those smaller and weaker than you because that’s what humans did. And yeah, sure, you could get hurt, but who cares about that?
“To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
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