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Title: Men's Topic 12-23-05
Post by: RAGNAR on December 23, 2005, 10:53:50 AM

explain this quote and how it may relate to you.

“Tears are not unbecoming to the soldier,” said Callimachus. “The soldier is a man of deep passions, and emotion. Many men cannot even understand his depths. Do not fear your currents and your powers. In the soldier are flowers and storms. Each is a part of him, and each is real. Accept both. Deny neither.”
Guardsman 238

Title: Re: Men's Topic 12-23-05
Post by: Raziel on December 25, 2005, 09:19:43 PM

And each is rich.  A soldier understands life as he lives thorugh the cycle each and every day.  He witnesses life and death.  Pain and misery.  Love and hate.  Every human emotion, he will bear witness to and sometimes he may be the cause or the victim.  With every experience he will examine it to better understand it and perhaps try to control it.  Many will bottle it up deep inside and others will find other means of output.  A paradox of life lies within the soldier, all the good and all the bad.

In my home, I too will shed tears.  It is not strange for me.  For too long I was the soldier to witness and be the cause of many negative things in life.  I was the one determined to keep such things bottled up, even though I was haunted with the visions of all that I have experience.  As in the cycle of life, I now experience an appreciation of what life has to offer and when I see death I will shed a tear.  I bear within a love of life and also a tumultuous storm that has yet been released.  It is at times a power struggle within of which emotion will be revealed and turned upon those around me.  Often times, I will brrod in silence, this a good indication I am struggling with that storm and analyzing such.  To better understand my emotions, to be in touch with them for they run deep, deep with life and duty.  Such powerful emotions will show from time to time, yet there is still control.  That is when you know that soldier, is truly one that knows the cycle of life and what role he plays in it.  After all, even a soldier, as I, am simply human.

Raz

Title: Re: Men's Topic 12-23-05
Post by: Terran on January 02, 2006, 11:30:43 AM

A soldier is a Man first and a Warrior second. Without the passions and emotions that defines us as Human, we would not be who we are today. One must come to grips with their inner self before they can truly be considered a Man. Coming to grips does not mean understanding the feelings one has, but accepting them for what they are in one way shape or form and growing from those feelings...and evolving.

For the longest of times, I could not come to grips with those feelings and raw emotions...so I ran. They were all bottled up, bringing myself to the brink of self-destruction out of fear for the unknown. I struggled with the storms that had been raging within myself for so long that I felt myself a threat to my family, friends and myself. My rage began to consume me, body and soul, until I learned that just trapping it all away will be the death of me. I had to learn to channel those things that I didnt wish to reveal into something constructive...I had to let loose those binding ties that I had put upon myself and transform that anger and hatred into something beneficial for not only myself, but everyone I care for. I now know my own way to control the storm and from that I have realized where I am in the Great Cycle. Sometimes it takes a hit to learn to block another.

Title: Re: Men's Topic 12-23-05
Post by: Michael on January 02, 2006, 11:37:11 AM

A Warrior is built around a Passion. That Passion is to Protect, Build and Unit in a common Cause.  For Michael this is His focus.  He lives to Protect the Place He is starting to feel as Home.  As He would grow to Love it, to lose any part of it, would make Him feel grief.  Tears are not a matter of feeling so much as it is principal.  Michael Would not show much emotion in front of others, but a little bit.  He would grieve More in the Solitude of His Wagon.. or in the waters edge. 

A Warrior is not First a Warrior, He is First a Man, Like Terran has said.  He is not above Pain on the battlefield, He is certainly not above it in Emotions either.  Michael shed a tear over the loss of His Father.  His Father was a good Man, a Damn good Man.  He died in combat and Made Him proud.

Title: Re: Men's Topic 12-23-05
Post by: Haldir on January 02, 2006, 12:17:14 PM

A man that is a soldier knows all to well that death is just a step away a wrong turn into the path of a arrow or a sword...He lives He dies and life goes on..this is My Rt feeling about this matter ...but for the quote..well here it goes...to be a soldier of the Tuchuk is a great and fearfull thing to live out..Haldir is young but as old Man ways and His since of duty always come first this is His Home and well die to keep it safe..but yet He lives every day as if He might get to see another laughing and joking with His Brothers and Sisters teasing the slaves..He has a passion only to Him self that none other share He has loved and lost twice now..to the same woman..but He was blinded by that and has learned...He has prayed for the dead even the ones He as killed but that is life on the plains..Haldir loves with great passion and battles with a even greater passion He does not long for battle but when the time comes..He is always first in line first to fire the arrow some would say He is eager..but when it comes time for a fight..theres no time for talk..that is Haldir..the good and evil in a Man and a soldier runs deep..down to the core of His being..You wouldn't see Haldir with a flower in His ear..but You might see Him chase a butterfly...

Title: Re: Men's Topic 12-23-05
Post by: LordNecron on January 02, 2006, 04:48:42 PM

Passion, the root of Many things yet formost the heart of a warrior though come in many breeds all warriors must know passion of all emotions.  Some say that hatred, or love is what forges a soldier who attacks the enemy or defends his home.  In truth the root of this is passion.  The storm that rolls within us all, of confusion, understanding, fury, love, the list is endless.  It is our choice how we pull upon this power and it is up to us to use it responsibly for there is no power without consequence.  The flower rather it be a daisy or a rose or even a dandilion, this is a quality of serenity, contentment, and the peace and love within a man.  A balance between the two is best found, I feel as I strive forever to find that balance, knowing I have yet to have it even within the grasp of sight of the balance.  Yet I see the scales and know that without either there couldn't be the either.  there are shadows in our minds, doubt in our hearts, and fear of many things each different to who they are that are part of us..We should not deny this, any of it for where we have our qualities, we have our faults.  A soldier is a man and warrior, he has seen death and has suffered loss, he is a man who understands the ring we call life, and unlike many a soldier knows the true meaning of the losses suffered by death as has watched it about him, having seen the fires die from the light of a warrior's eyes as eternal rest comes upon him.  This is a thing that many cannot understand till death graces them with loss before them.  To grieve this loss is an honor to those who lay in eternal slumber and lets us know that they ment much to Uus.  To Me this quote hits a spot in My chest as I have suffered losses lately and oddly reading it and thinking on it has helped me to cope, I feel I have related the quotes meaning to me as best as I can relay it....... We must accept all of what we are, and accept our friends and family as such for without this there is no trust, and family without trust is not family at all....

Title: Re: Men's Topic 12-23-05
Post by: Faramir on January 03, 2006, 09:26:23 PM

I speak for Myself, as a Veteran. I served in time of war, off the coast of 'Nam providing heavy fire support for Men ashore.  The fire support missions the USS New Jersey performed saved many American Soldiers and Marines.  We were a proud crew, concidered Ourselves the best, and We were. I also was attached to Naval Intelligence ( an oxymoron), information gathering on the Russian SS13 multi warhead ICBM. It was on one such mission I came face to face with My own martality but that is another story. I have seen Men, I amoung them, vounteer to fight a fire on board the queen Mary when she was being worked on in Long Beach Ca. I have given blood along with shipmates When the wife of one of My shipsmates was in an accident and needed transfusions. I have cried with a friend over the death of parant, with another over the death of a child.  I have had My heart broken and have shed tears over them.  Yet I have also experienced the high of holding My new born children, getting on the floor and playing with them, of watching their triumphs in sports and their losses. I have exeprienced the highs and the lows.  I do not look upon it as a passion but rather a dedication, a commitment to serve as best I can with all I have.  I was an American fighting man serving the the forces that protected My country and it's way of life, I was prepared to give My life in their defence.  Now I am Tuchuk and the same holds true.

JEB  (former EM3,  USN)

Title: Re: Men's Topic 12-23-05
Post by: Reyas on January 07, 2006, 03:11:43 AM

a soldier fights with passion, a warrior live for honor...become both and you will live in harmony until you part from this world..

Title: Re: Men's Topic 12-23-05
Post by: Danial on January 17, 2006, 09:06:52 AM

This is a late responce to this but here goes anyway.

To be a Warrior when one is young may or may not be good for then we all thought ourselves to be of the band of immortals. The smell of death and battle brings out something of the Beast in each. But we are not of that elate group nor are we gods we are but men.

To suppress the emotions we had in the smoke of battle and the mummer of the dieing will come back to haunt each in its own way. It can be romanticized and glorified, for that man I feel sorrow. It can come in the form of crippling guilt for having taken life thus ending the future for that one killled in the long chain of life, for this man I feel pity.

I have struggled with these things long I had a duty to fulfill and did it the best I knew how I did not become a cold cruel killer. I did what had to be done. I fought, I grieved for fallen comrads and shed a tear for their Loved ones.

War is not for the glory of the individual, it has one goal to protect ones Home and Family. The Home, the Home, always the Home must come first for without that there is nothing. Accept what your duty is and wield the steel, face the reality of what you have seen pick up the pieces of you life and go on to another day. Be joyful in the breath you take each day learn to appreciate the Women that are there to ease your burden care for the innocents for they are the true victims of the horrors of what men do to each other in this the cruelest of follies.

No one said the journey was easy travel the road with Honor.

Title: Re: Men's Topic 12-23-05
Post by: Arlon on May 27, 2007, 11:34:48 PM

*Kicks this one HARD* (Heh... it needed bumping up. It's a damn good one....)

  After reading many of the responses to this one, I thought that perhaps it should not be left to languish, near-forgotten, in the depths of the archives. There are those among Us who have served, or are serving even now, and on this day I thought it especially appropriate that We read again the thoughts of Our veterans, and perhaps add new ones as well. So, for My own two tarsk bits' worth........

  I too am a veteran. Nearly ten years' worth in fact, for like Arlon I am not a young man. Unlike others among Us I served in peacetime; when Desert Storm first broke out I was on inactive-reserve duty and was never called. Later I served once more, as an active-duty soldier with others who had come home from Desert Storm. Again by the time war once more came, this time as a result of the September 11th attacks, I was once more a private citizen, my time long since finished.
   I am too old to volunteer again now, and being asthmatic the Army would never accept Me a third time in any event. Like My father before Me, whose enlistment was up six months before Vietnam got hot, war simply passed Me by. Still, I am proud of My service. My timing sucked, but still I served, and served willingly and well. Inside every Man, somewhere, there is a Warrior, and for a time Mine was able to serve. For that I am grateful, as that service had much to do with making Me what I am today.
  The Warrior, from the simplest foot soldier to the oldest general, is a man of deep passions. I was first a medical-supply specialist, and then a tank mechanic; in both capacitites I met many Men, and even Women, who embodied the very soul of the Warrior. My own passions run deep; to this day I cannot hear Taps without shedding a tear in memory of those I have seen buried to those haunting tones, and to this day I will defend My country to My last breath. I work hard, play hard and love fiercely. That's just Me.

  Arlon is, in many ways, what I could not become in this life. He is a Warrior who has seen more than His share of death and destruction, as a line soldier and, later, as a mercenary. Love is new to Him, as is the concept of a peaceful life. Perhaps that is why He feels so at home among the Tuchuks: no matter how peaceful His Clan, a Tuchuk is a warrior first. Arlon has been seen to lift His sword in a cold rage, in the defense of a mere slave; He has also been seen to smile very softly into the eyes of His Beloved, and to take the time to touch a slave on the cheek or the hair if she has pleased Him.
  More than one very wise Man has said that tears are no shame to a Warrior. It may not always be suitable for those tears to be seen -- there are times when what is needed is the Warrior's strength of character, His solidity, when He is needed to be the Rock upon which His Family may lean for strength and comfort -- but it is no shame that He sheds them, even when He must wait and do so in private, where only His Companion and His slave may see. It is a privilege granted to them, the Companion and the trusted slave, to see those tears which their Man may not that day shed publicly. Such is the true strength of the Warrior: not that He does not shed tears, for He does... but that only those closest to Him ever see those tears.
  As for what His enemies see ... well. I'd say ask Them, but a Tuchuk does not leave a living enemy behind Him.


   ....Arlon