I did not choose to die this day:
I had no weapons close to hand.
Death stopped me as I sped away
And forced me to this last affray
So ill prepared, yet at the end
I faced him down and knew no dread.
Surrendered all that living lends
to take that path we all must tread.
And yes, I mourn the treasures lost:
Your love, our child, the waiting years:
But know that I am spared winter's frost.
Hold memories fast. Hold back your tears.
Warriors live by an eternal code:
This must have been my chosen road.
by JA 2011.