Every war has its heroes
Every war has its cowards
Every war has its patriots
Every war has its traitors

But remembered are the heroes
The men that always seem to come forward
From out of no where
Like the puff of wind
The sailor needs most

Heroes are made not born
They are made by that
Second in time
Between life and death

In that second
A man becomes
Either a hero or a coward
A patriot or a traitor

A flashing thought
Separates one man from another
One world from another
One life from another

The difference between them
Can only be that second
But the hero his carried home on his shield
The coward on his shame.

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