I am a warrior.
I bear the scars of my ancestors, but I do not cry out their name in vain.
I have heard their stories and I weep as I retell the times of courage, of honour, of hard worn battles.
Not just of skin and bone, but mind, matter and soul.
They run deep within my veins, within my blood and each day I count my blessings for those that have been bef…
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