
The spirit of a warrior does not waver in the face of death,
He accepts his destiny not knowing the outcome of events.
He uses his fear to reward his courage he has pride,
but he is not foolish, He shows strength,
but accepts humility
He is humble yet direct
He speaks softly but his voice carries a great distant.
He is baptize by water, and forged by fire,
and when criticized, he bickers not he respectfully disagrees,
but never in anger.
Self control is not without emotion it is the harmony of chaos.
He is iron that becomes steel, yet his touch is as soft as his footsteps when crossing the burning sands.
Using only the force that is needed to do his job.
Knowledge is the key to wisdom, yet his understanding is understood that he must over stand to be free from his burden.
Not bound by his shackles
In the warrior’s heart lies all truth, and in his mind lies the mysteries of the universe, yet the warrior never talks to boast he simply puts it on the line when it matter most
Daniel…
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By Uncle Brother During the depression there was not work around in the 30’s I was around in the 30’s now, so youngsters took up boxing. 1940 something thousands and thousands of fighters but after the war people stared getting jobs and they didn’t thing about boxing like they used to. They were broke they had to fight, wasn’t no jobs... Read More