The mind of the WarriorThis is the part where writers who are not too much into the technical points of weaponry, such as BSparrow and Helena et al, will appreciate. For it is a psychological and philosophical examination of the dichotomy that exists in the mind of the great Warrior.
In describing the mind of the great warrior, one has to understand that there is a duality in that mind: great anger and arrogance existing side by side with dispassion, humility, flexibility and caution.
No warrior can be one without that fierceness, which is the outcome of anger and cruelty, in his or her mind. Contrary to what we may think, battlefield studies have shown that humans do not like to kill: that they have to be trained to kill, for it is in the intrinsic nature of humans to avoid killing one another. Studies going back as far as the Napoleonic Wars have shown that even in the easiest way of killing, which is the firing of a musket into an anonymous crowd of enemies at a distance, men automatically shot to miss. It was only the veterans who were hitting the target every time - which gave a definite advantage to Britain, the only army in that war which was completely professional. This was why Napoleon did not try to use fire in his columns: he used the French columns in exactly the same way as a modern boxer used his right hand - to deliver a knockout blow while having found the range with a left jab. In the Napoleonic system the artillery was the left jab, the column was the straight right that finished off the job not by fire, but by sheer weight of numbers.
Knowing this, I think we will have to emphasize the importance of humanoid target training in preparing the warrior. Indeed all armies today emphasize this. The raw recruit is 'de-sensitized' to the shock of killing one's fellow man by plunging his bayonet again and again, and shooting again and again, into straw targets that are made up into the shape of a human.
'Sadistic' drill sergeants, who know the routine, scream and howl and sometimes even beat the raw recruit so that he will lose touch with the finer sensibilities of human hesitation, and become a machine that can kill without compunction...
It would seem from all this that the best warriors are cold blooded psychopaths - indeed I have deliberately drawn one of my warriors, the archer and bandit Stavak, to reflect this side of the professional killing machine. And yet if we look at history we will see again and again the very greatest of warriors were not just killing machines: they were humanitarians as well, with a surprising sensitivity and a feel for the common soldier.
History has shown us many examples, the Japanese 'sword saint' Miyamoto Mushashi for one, of warriors who were equally gifted with weapon or paintbrush, who could handle pole arms and poetry with equal ease. (No, I am not among them
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And the more we study these warriors, the more we begin to understand that the greatest of warriors are those that balance the dichotomies of cruelty and compassion, of hatred and healing, of leadership and love.
The cruelty of the warrior is a fire in training that burns away some, or all, of the humanity of the warrior: but the greatest of all warriors are those who have marched steadily straight into that fire, and come out again on the other side without having been burned or besmirched.
Thus the great warrior must hate his enemy enough to want to kill him, yet at the same time retain enough of humanity to spare a surrendering enemy.
The great warrior must have supreme self confidence - the cockiness to think that he could take on an entire army all by himself, which must be tempered with the humility that knows that even champions must fall and die one day. Without self confidence the warrior will be eaten alive on the battlefield: with too much arrogance the warrior will fall into the pit of his own pride. He has the arrogance to believe that he can walk on water, simultaneously with the knowledge that all warriors only walk the path of those who have gone before.
And he must simultaneously burn with rage in battle while at the same time holding an ice cold detachment.
Heart on fire
Mind on ice
A volcano in your briast
But frozen the mind rests.