A Heroe Dies
A woman falls upon the casket of her late husband upon the flag of this his country. He was a soldier strained, trained no doubt to win his fight. I have no worries that he could reach his weapons upon his person of destruction to ascertain that EVERYTHING they afforded him was his to have to win his fight. Howsomever, we can discover and MOST of you will agree, He did NOT survive. A Heroe dies. It takes a different sort of man a kind of man made to survive. A civilian christian, forming weapons
out of wind, and holding on to his religion, when the fun begins. A man who walks with confidence and not a quiver in his liver, as his lungs never suffer because he never lights a cigarette. Not over fond of anything, yet possessing everything. Mye abundance comes from LOVE.
A heroe dies. While some of us still try to live and love.
