He is calm, yet a fire rages inside him.
He sleeps, yet he "stands ready to do violence."
Crowds part when he walks the streets.
He rushes in as the bullets and the bombs and the blood rain down.
Enemies tremble at his name;
He haunts their dreams.
The dead have felt his burning fury-
The living know of his kindness.
He cries for the ones he has lost.
He knows the price of Freedom;
He understands the cost of Peace;
He is the keeper of Liberty;
He sacrifices his youth so that many can live to be old.
He is my hero.
He is my brother.
~ Steven Walker