Bravery to which few could aspire,
Facing the enemy,
Refusing to turn.
Most wait in fear for this unspeakable one,
But he did not.

Putting on his coat and hat,
Brushing his hair and tidying his cravat.
He stilled his shaking hand,
Looking directly in the mirror,
Managing a forced smile.

He would not be caught unaware,
He would not turn and run.
Bravely, he would meet on his own terms.

With a quick slash,
The crimson runs,
There, it is done.

Gerald Lee Jordan
Diamond Harbour NZ
11 January 2013