Little Rabbi

Battle for brotherhood.

“We few,
We happy few,
We band of brothers.
For he who sheds his blood with me today
Shall from now to the end of time be my brother.”
These words may have not been written by my own pen;
They are words I live my life by.
He who stands with me in the heat of battle,
Whether they be literal or metaphoric battles, is my brother.
He who stands next to me and is willing to lay it all on the line is my brother.
The blood we shed transcends that which flows in our veins,
The brotherhood we share transcends the blood in our veins.
Often we question why life places us in a situation;
This questioning only hurts us.
To quote Tennyson,
“ Theirs not to make reply.
Theirs not to reason why.
Theirs but to do and die.”
The principle of brotherhood is found deep in our soles.
As kids we are told to run away from problems and to run away from danger;
The man I call my brother does neither.
In the face of battle,
His or my own,
He is steadfast and strong.
We all bleed together,
We all cry together,
But most importantly we all grow together.
I encourage thee to find thy own brother,
Find someone who is steadfast in their resolve,
Find someone who will go to the depths of hell for you.
Most importantly remember that when the bullets fly,
“Theirs but to do and die.”

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