Courage
For no man ever proves himself a good man in war
Unless he can endure to face the blood and the slaughter,
Go close against the enemy and fight with his hands.
Here is courage, mankind’s finest possession, here is
The noblest prize that a young man can endeavor to win,
And it is a good thing his city and all the people share with him
When a man plants his feet and stands in the foremost spears
Relentlessly, all thought of foul flight completely forgotten,
And has well trained his heart to be steadfast and to endure,
And with words encourages the man who is stationed beside him.
Here is a man who proves he to be valiant in war.
With a sudden rush he turns to flight the rugged battalions
Of the enemy, and sustains the beating waves of assault.
And he who so falls among the champions and loses his sweet life,
So blessing with honor his city, his father, and all his people,
With wounds in his chest, where the spear that he was facing has transfixed
That massive guard of his shield, and gone through his breastplate as well,
Why, such a man is lamented alike by the young and the elders,
And all his city goes into mourning and grieves for his loss.
His tomb is pointed to with pride, and so are his children,
And his children’s children, and afterward all the race that is his.
His shining glory is never forgotten, his name is remembered,
And he becomes an immortal, though he lies under the ground,
When one who was a brave man has been killed by the furious War God
Standing his ground and fighting hard for his children and land.
But if he escapes the doom of death, the destroyer of bodies,
And wins his battle, and bright renown for the work of his spear,
All men give place to him like, the youth and the elders,
And much joy comes his way before he goes down to the dead.
Aging, he has reputation among his citizens. No one
Tries to interfere with his honors or all he deserves;
All men withdraw before his presence, and yield their seats to him,
The youth, and the men his age, and even those older than he.
Thus a man should endeavor to reach this high place of courage
With all his heart, and, so trying, never be backward in war.
-Tyrtaeus, the Spartan poet.
Keep going and never mind the fear you feel. It’ll hurt, but it’ll be worth it.
