The Code of a Warrior is steeled in Honor. Their uniform, cause and fellow fighters occupy a special place not open to those who haven’t served. And those who survive seldom let you know about their commitment. The following piece is titled a poem. It’s from the great Native American Shawnee Chief, Tecumseh. Not knowing its source one might conclude it was from a more gentle soul. Later today I will send this to a friend who is fighting a great fight. But, it will be lost. When we talk now, well we barely talk for the tears. When we talk we try to be brave for each other. It just hurts. I hope you’ll share this with someone for whom you care.
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.