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Ottawa, Ontario
Canada

Just a little corner of the interwebz where I occasionally jot down a thought or two. Why do I do it? Partly to communicate in some way with you, the reader, and partly because it's some sad way of leaving a legacy of some kind I guess.

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act of valor

JT

I just saw the film Act of Valor and, I have to admit that it was better than I'd thought it was going to be. I didn't go into it with low expectations either but it was plesantly more thought provoking than the action shooter I had been led to believe it would be. I went to see it with a friend of mine who I've known for a long time and although she's fine with seeing a guy movie; even she was surprised by how in depth it was.

There were a few things that caught my ever-so-critical eye such as an interrogation scene where one of the actors was never really in sharp focus or the fact that one of the photos in the end credits clearly had a stock image service watermark on it. I was struck by the poem used towards the end of the film so much that I'm going to share it with you here now.

From Native American Shawnee Chief Tecumseh

So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion;respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to foolsand robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filledwith the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weepand pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.