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.
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