Time Passes

When you stop beside the waters edge
Please tell me what you see
Only the broken reflection of a man
Then bend down and touch a knee.
Look to the depths of that shimmer there
Look at the face mirrored back.
Look to the depth of who you are,
This soldier that angels brought back.

Slowly move your fingers then
and curl them in your hand
Smile at the marvel of it all
Then rise again and stand.

Now look in the pool before you there
And walk with your head held high.
And see not only the marvel of you
Look also at the reflected sky.

And there if you look, they all are watching
The soldiers of years gone by
The Bros of Nam, the D-Day heros,
Those many, not afraid to die.
And those with musket and ball at their side
From Civil War upon this free land
Are begging us gifted with life as the prize,
Do not bend, do not falter. Just stand!

And look to the man in the mirror of that sheen
You'll see this Infantry man,
Always beside you, always til death.
Twenty-One Guns
Marks the End.

Dave/11Bravovet

WARRIOR’S CREED

As sent by: Jerre Divelbiss
Author unknown

I am a person whose spirit is one with the Creator…whose heart belongs to the PEOPLE…whose life was given by the ANCESTORS as a sacred gift…my mind is my greatest weapon and shield in life’s battles.

My foremost responsibility is to be true to myself…to the PEOPLE…and to the CREATOR. The purpose of my life is to ensure the SURVIVAL and WELL BEING OF THE PEOPLE. I transform knowledge into WISDOM and therefore I understand that the greatest enemy in life is one’s self. I must overcome WEAKNESSES.

I will SACRIFICE my heart upon the altar of life for the SURVIVAL OF THE PEOPLE. I may be wounded or killed a thousand times in battle, but my SPIRIT will not be destroyed for it is eternal as the stars.

I live by a CODE OF HONOR…beyond the reach of most mortals. I can speak directly to the Creator and Mother Earth through sacred prayers and ceremony, giving offerings of gratitude and respect. I am proud…YET HUMBLE, with a heart full of love for the PEOPLE.

My path is the most difficult path of all for I will know pain and suffering in ways no one else ever can. The pain of life’s injustices will be absorbed into the whole of my being. I may be captured…imprisoned…and taken away from the people, but my spirit will live in the hearts of the People…for I am one of the people and will always be loved and respected by the People…unconditionally. I will be forgiven for my mistakes by the Spirit and the Holy People because I have forgiven myself and have humbled myself before the People.

I will go to the mountain top without food or water to pray to the Spirits of the land and cry for a vision. This sacred vision will lead me through the darkest hours of my life. It shall lead to the light of the CREATOR.

I must always believe in myself…in the Spirit helpers…and in the Indian way of life. I must always speak and live the TRUTH of who…and what…I am when standing before the eyes of the Creator.

I will not be afraid of DEATH…and shall never surrender to the Dark Forces of life which attempt to break the Spirit…for the Spirit cannot be broken…the mind cannot be defeated.

My vision of life is that of the EAGLE…with clarity and purpose in being. My wings are strong and carry my spirit to the highest levels of self-understanding and spiritual growth as a human being…FOR I AM AN INDIAN WARRIOR!

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