A Man Of Integrity Poem by Gert Strydom

I wish to be
a man of integrity
and no other type of man can I be.

Duty is an old and somewhat cold companion
that changes with society
and what once was high en right
might be a shadow on tomorrow.

Training takes control
and stills the shaking hand in battle
and persevere in what some
see as great bravery.

I wish no guilt to follow in my steps
and I am only honour bound
and yet the cruelty of war
still falls over me.