In our day of chinless wonders and bearded hipsters seeking fame through social media come real heroes seeking blood. In this world we are greeted by cheery shots of prim clothes and waxed hair. Emasculated men with twirled mustaches earning their keep posing on Instagram rather than crouching in the mud.
Who do they serve?
Do they serve a nation or themselves?
In another world another champion has fallen. Where others have found fame from modeling shots rather than under the sun’s glare, he was bound to his brothers with a red bond and a real pledge to serve even when danger was close by.
A sailor suited for the high seas. A breed of impossible men more god than human but human. Once nestled in his hand was a golden trident. We live in a time where today’s “men” are boys or like shattered trunks or trees stumps; they are more alive than dead but cannot grow, they do not grow, they are not ingrained with the desire to really become something valuable.
Over-valued reformists that only change fashion instead of trying to change the world. Better that we chop them all down… or not. This one tree grew; old warden tree, deep rooted and slashed but spread its wide branches under many foreign skies.
And the mud, and the snow, and the dirt and the rain or sun will never touch his crown again. Not in this world at least…
To grow near Yggdrasil he’ll go.
To Valhalla and our other sons….
Just my thoughts-(Mike-Editor)
Remembering Navy SEAL Charles Keating IV, who was killed in action May 3, 2016 while conducting combat operations against ISIS in Iraq