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The youngest warrior takes his first step
towards an unforeseeable battle.
He straps on no brightly colored helm, nor
does he begin his journey to any fanfare of trumpets.
He goes forth to do battle unclothed and
unarmed.
Of his journey, no bards will sing.
History will not record the triumphs of the youngest warrior's campaign.
He begins alone, all but for God and alone
his journey will end.
Like any seasoned warrior, this his first
campaign will work its wonders on him.
As he grows as a warrior every day, the
road shall ever work its changes on him.
Yet, for the only battle the youngest
warrior will ever fight, who shall hear his cry?
The youngest warrior fights, not for
glory, not for honor, but for life.
The youngest warrior dies, alone but for
God pierced through the heart.
Who shall mourn for him and who shall
stand to defend the next youngest warrior?
By Ric Hartford ©
1986
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