I can't help but admire that. To go out like that, in battle...foolish youth, perhaps. I seem to recall something about the Lakota (?) war parties having a custom that the Ten Bravest (Ten Dogs?) would stake their black sashes into the ground with a ceremonial arrow at the start of battle and would sooner die than remove them, only being able to retreat if a comrade unstaked them as they retreated.
That's something we lose of necessity in our kind of society...it's certainly safer, but just as the lowest elements of such a soul are raised, the highest are lowered. Seems like a raw deal, but I guess I just want to have my cake and eat it too.
I have helped a few into this world and help raise them under the most primitive of conditions
Really? Peace Corps?
but just as the lowest elements of such a soul are raised, the highest are lowered.
Life is, once again, what you make of it. The highest part of your soul will always rise if that is what you want.
Missionary kid. South America for the most part. Helped with my first birth when I was twelve. No doctor, no painkillers, no one to call if things went wrong, just my mom and me to help her. That one went all right. Mother and child survived. Others didn't. I always thought of America as the most wonderful place in the world because women didn't die in childbirth and their kids lived too.
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