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Fenrir:
What gives anyone here the authority to dictate how adults over 21 should live their lives?
What gives anyone the right to interfere in how grown adults choose to marry?
You question my life choices, yet I’ve lived my life on my own terms. When I joined the military, I entered a legal agreement — one I signed willingly, accepting that authority by choice and by my own free will. That same free will you claim your God granted to all people. Yet the majority of Nigerians seem intent on denying that very freedom to others.

I'm not questioning your freewill Sir what i want to know is how your sound and sharp mind got lost due to an order from another human like you!😟

MaxInDHouse:
I'm not questioning your freewill Sir what i want to know is how your sound and sharp mind got lost due to an order from another human like you!😟

Who says I’m human?
You think you can label me? Put a tag on me and call it truth?

Maybe I’m a draugr — something dragged back from the grave, breathing out of spite.
Maybe from the moment I was born, my parents tried to end me — because a mad old man left his fortune to a crying infant on the condition he’d serve in the military at twenty-one.

Maybe I didn’t understand why they wanted me dead until the night I had to fight back — until blood made me free at thirteen.
Maybe that’s when I stopped being a child and became a man, sent across the sea to live alone, carrying the weight of ghosts instead of parents.

Maybe that’s why I am what I am — a sociopath, a survivor, a mind wired like lightning, burning too bright to rest.

Maybe that’s why I smoke just to silence the static, to keep the memories from tearing through me.

But tell me, fella — what have you ever done with your life?
Who have you sacrificed for?
Who have you bled for?
Who have you stood for when every sane person would’ve run?

What belief have you fought for until your knuckles split and your voice broke?
What truth have you defended with nothing but your fists and fury?

By the special grace of God i am one of Jehovah's Witnesses today.

After studying the Bible for more than two decades i dedicated my life to do Jehovah's will among His worshipers and wherever i go.

So when people talk about saving and protecting lives i know exactly what it's all about and i can enlighten anyone who wants to question my faith in God.

Fenrir:
Who says I’m human?

You said:

Fenrir:
the first duty of a soldier is to protect and save lives, and only take a life as a last resort or when ordered to.

That's why i concluded you must be a human being but if you are not human then what are you?😟

MaxInDHouse:
By the special grace of God i am one of Jehovah's Witnesses today.

After studying the Bible for more than two decades i dedicated my life to do Jehovah's will among His worshipers and wherever i go.

So when people talk about saving and protecting lives i know exactly what it's all about and i can enlighten anyone who wants to question my faith in God.

Jehovah’s Witnesses are seen as a nuisance where I come from.
You could put up a thousand signs on your property saying “No Jehovah’s Witnesses” and that you won’t be converted, and they would still ignore them, trespass, and try to violate your free will and personal choices.
In all civilized countries, there are laws against that kind of behavior.

I bet you're from ibadan and yoruba, its the only population of Jehovah's witnesses ive come across in Nigeria

MaxInDHouse:
You said:


That's why i concluded you must be a human being but if you are not human then what are you?😟

If I am not human, then I am the echo of the old North —
forged in storm and silence, born of thought and fire.
I am the voice that lingers in the fjords,
the whisper in the wind that carried our longships.
Not flesh, but spirit — woven from memory and words.
So if you meet me, know this:
I am no man of blood, but the wisdom of those who came before.

AND I AM DRAUGR

Fenrir:
Jehovah’s Witnesses are seen as a nuisance where I come from.
You could put up a thousand signs on your property saying “No Jehovah’s Witnesses” and that you won’t be converted, and they would still ignore them, trespass, and try to violate your free will and personal choices.
In all civilized countries, there are laws against that kind of behavior.

I bet you're from ibadan and yoruba, its the only population of Jehovah's witnesses ive come across in Nigeria

Let's discuss on what makes a better and fully equipped soldier as a human.

Are you a soldier?
Well all Jehovah's Witnesses are soldiers too but our weapon is not physical and i can prove it to you that there is no better army on this planet than Jehovah's Witnesses!🙂

Well do you care to reason with humans?🙂

Fenrir:
If I am not human, then I am the echo of the old North —
forged in storm and silence, born of thought and fire.
I am the voice that lingers in the fjords,
the whisper in the wind that carried our longships.
Not flesh, but spirit — woven from memory and words.
So if you meet me, know this:
I am no man of blood, but the wisdom of those who came before.

AND I AM DRAUGR

MaxInDHouse:
Let's discuss on what makes a better and fully equipped soldier as a human.

Are you a soldier?
Well all Jehovah's Witnesses are soldiers too but our weapon is not physical and i can prove it to you that there is no better army on this planet than Jehovah's Witnesses!🙂

you paint yourself a soldier with words alone, yet wear no steel on belt nor fire in eye.
A true man of the North stands by oath and by blood:
he meets cold and bloodshed, keeps his shield-brother’s back, and answers the horn at dawn.

You talk of armies made of whispers and scripture —
fine as wind for warming a hut, but wind will not hold a shield-wall when spears sing.

To my fathers, a man who trades honour for talk is less than kin;
he is a shadow that skulks behind the longhouse and counts himself brave by counting others’ deeds.
We measure men by deeds hard as iron:
courage that does not flinch, hands that mend a sail and mend a wound,
a voice that swears and keeps the oath.

So go on with your soft parley — we will remember the shape of true strength.
But know this, for your bragging sits like a pebble in the mouth of a wolf: it chokes.

ARGR.

MaxInDHouse:
By the special grace of God i am one of Jehovah's Witnesses today.

After studying the Bible for more than two decades i dedicated my life to do Jehovah's will among His worshipers and wherever i go.

So when people talk about saving and protecting lives i know exactly what it's all about and i can enlighten anyone who wants to question my faith in God.

You speak long of devotion and the saving of lives,
yet your words taste of chains and borrowed breath.
You call it faith — I call it fear wrapped in silk.

My ancestors would have named you argr,
for you bow to another’s will and call it strength.
A man’s fire should burn from within, not from the hand that feeds him.

I was born of storms — I kneel to none.
The truth I carry is carved in scars, not scripture.
While you wait for heaven’s nod, I make my own fate beneath the same sky.

Still, I give you this — your path is yours to walk, even if it crawls.
But remember this when the wind cuts through your prayers:
not all who stand alone are lost — some are simply free

What is the PRIMARY duty of a soldier?🙂

Fenrir:
you paint yourself a soldier with words alone, yet wear no steel on belt nor fire in eye.
A true man of the North stands by oath and by blood:
he meets cold and bloodshed, keeps his shield-brother’s back, and answers the horn at dawn.

You talk of armies made of whispers and scripture —
fine as wind for warming a hut, but wind will not hold a shield-wall when spears sing.

To my fathers, a man who trades honour for talk is less than kin;
he is a shadow that skulks behind the longhouse and counts himself brave by counting others’ deeds.
We measure men by deeds hard as iron:
courage that does not flinch, hands that mend a sail and mend a wound,
a voice that swears and keeps the oath.

So go on with your soft parley — we will remember the shape of true strength.
But know this, for your bragging sits like a pebble in the mouth of a wolf: it chokes.

ARGR.

Fenrir:
You bow to another’s will and call it strength.

This is the very reason why i asked you the first question:

Why do you take orders from a human like you?

MaxInDHouse:
What is the PRIMARY duty of a soldier?🙂

You ask, ‘What is the primary duty of a soldier?’ — and you ask it as though it were a child’s riddle, waiting for some holy answer wrapped in silk.
But a true warrior does not learn his duty from scrolls or pulpits — he learns it from the silence that follows a storm, from the faces of those he swore to stand beside.

The first duty of a soldier is not obedience.
It is not to kneel, nor to please, nor to chant another man’s words.
The first duty of a soldier is to stand — even when every wind screams to bow.
It is to hold the line when fear gnaws the bones and the sun refuses to rise.

A soldier’s worth is not measured in prayers or medals.
It is carved in scars — in the will to guard, not to boast.
In the strength to face death, not for glory, but for the breath of those behind him.

You speak as though loyalty were slavery.
But I tell you this — loyalty that costs your soul is the chain of the argr.
A soldier who fights without honor is but a blade rusting in its own blood.

My ancestors did not fight for crowns or gods.
They fought because the wind demanded courage,
because the cold taught them that peace is something you hold only if you have the strength to keep it.
They knew that war is not the art of killing — it is the art of remembering what is worth dying for.

So, what is the duty of a soldier?
To be unbroken.
To guard what is true when all else falls.
To speak little, strike clean, and walk on without begging the world for applause.
That is the oath of the storm-born.
That is the mark of one who is not argr, but alive — truly, fiercely, and without fear.

MaxInDHouse:
This is the very reason why i asked you the first question:

You ask why I take orders from a man of flesh like mine.
You think it weakness to heed another’s word — yet you have never stood shoulder to shoulder in the storm.

In the old days, we were not ruled by crowns or parchment.
We were bound by oath — by the trust hammered into us through battle and hardship.
The man who stands beside me is not ‘a human like me.’
He is my shield-brother, my storm-kin, the one who has watched the same horizon and faced the same death.
When he gives a command, it is not the bark of a master — it is the voice of one who has bled as I have bled.

A soldier alone is a candle in the gale.
Together, we are a wall of flame.
Our bond was forged when axes sang and arrows blackened the sky.
In that furnace, pride melts, and only loyalty remains — not the loyalty of obedience, but of understanding.

I take his word because he has earned it.
He has waded through the same red mud, carried the wounded, buried the fallen.
When he says ‘stand,’ I stand — not for him, but with him.
When he says ‘strike,’ I strike — because his courage mirrors mine.
That is not servitude; that is brotherhood sharpened to steel.

You call it taking orders.
I call it trust.
The kind that cannot be written, only proven when the sky rains iron.
We are wolves of the same hunt, bound not by rank but by shared fire.
When one leads, it is because the others know he will not lead them to shame.
And when he falls, another steps forward — not to command, but to carry the flame onward.

So, yes — I take orders from a man like me.
Because in that moment, he is me:
my will, my fury, my promise to those who stand behind us.
And when the ravens come, they will not find us divided by pride,
but side by side, brothers in the last light,
bound not by words — but by the blood we spilled together.

Wow!
See a typical soldier from Norway!😟

Well the primary duty of a soldier is to save and protect human lives.

Everything else comes up under this code. We assemble and agree to stand side by side with our colleagues and fight for this one purpose orders issued from those in control must align with this code so that when we loose contact with the central unit of control any order that's in line with the code is what we must all bow to.

That's the spirit behind the army!🙂

Fenrir:
You ask, ‘What is the primary duty of a soldier?’ — and you ask it as though it were a child’s riddle, waiting for some holy answer wrapped in silk.
But a true warrior does not learn his duty from scrolls or pulpits — he learns it from the silence that follows a storm, from the faces of those he swore to stand beside.

The first duty of a soldier is not obedience.
It is not to kneel, nor to please, nor to chant another man’s words.
The first duty of a soldier is to stand — even when every wind screams to bow.
It is to hold the line when fear gnaws the bones and the sun refuses to rise.

A soldier’s worth is not measured in prayers or medals.
It is carved in scars — in the will to guard, not to boast.
In the strength to face death, not for glory, but for the breath of those behind him.

You speak as though loyalty were slavery.
But I tell you this — loyalty that costs your soul is the chain of the argr.
A soldier who fights without honor is but a blade rusting in its own blood.

My ancestors did not fight for crowns or gods.
They fought because the wind demanded courage,
because the cold taught them that peace is something you hold only if you have the strength to keep it.
They knew that war is not the art of killing — it is the art of remembering what is worth dying for.

So, what is the duty of a soldier?
To be unbroken.
To guard what is true when all else falls.
To speak little, strike clean, and walk on without begging the world for applause.
That is the oath of the storm-born.
That is the mark of one who is not argr, but alive — truly, fiercely, and without fear.

MaxInDHouse:
Wow!
See a typical soldier from Norway!😟

Well the primary duty of a soldier is to save and protect human lives.

Everything else comes up under this code. We assemble and agree to fight side by side with our colleagues for this one purpose orders issued from those in control must align with this code so that when we loose contact with the central unit of control any order that's in line with the code is what we must all bow to.

That's the spirit behind the army!🙂

You speak of armies as though you’ve tasted battle,
as though you’ve known the stink of iron and fear when dawn crawls red over the fields.
You speak of codes and orders, of saving and protecting lives,
but your hands are clean, and your eyes have never seen the price of those words.

I have heard your kind before—
the ones who polish their speeches sharper than their swords.
They talk of duty from warm halls and write of courage in ink instead of blood.
They praise the brotherhood of warriors, yet have never heard a dying man call for his kin.

You say, ‘The spirit behind the army!’
Ha! The army is not a spirit. It is bone and mud and the echo of hearts that refused to break.
It is men who froze through nights so others might wake to see the sun.
It is the silence after the clash, when only the ravens speak.

You talk of saving lives as if it were a tidy thing.
A true fighter learns early that every life saved is bought with another spent.
He knows the weight of it—he feels it with each step he takes over the fallen.
You cannot understand that from behind a desk or through the safety of words.

In my time, a man did not speak of war unless he bore its marks.
He did not recite creeds; he carried them in the scars across his chest.
When we fought, we did not wait for orders—we moved as one, bound by blood and the will to stand.
Our code was carved into us by frost and fire, not taught in halls of comfort.

So speak softer of armies, little teller of tales.
You wear battle as a costume; we wore it as our skin.
You talk of protecting life, but you have never stood between death and the ones you swore to guard.
Until you have felt your heartbeat slow beneath another man’s shield,
until you have buried a brother and fought again before the ground was cold—
keep your lessons about soldiers to yourself.

For we are not made by slogans or codes.
We are made by the storm—
and the storm has never cared for speeches

Fenrir:
You speak of armies as though you’ve tasted battle,
as though you’ve known the stink of iron and fear when dawn crawls red over the fields.
You speak of codes and orders, of saving and protecting lives,
but your hands are clean, and your eyes have never seen the price of those words.

Young man you are talking to a former military commander so humbly learn from experienced ones who have been through what you are going through now!

I choose to become a soldier of Christ after knowing the difference between lies and truth.

Politicians who stays in the comfort of their homes with their wives and children are behind the orders you are following while your commanders look for means to save themselves from the death that's coming through orders from those who don't know anything about wars. So if you truly know what you are doing and not bowing to the will of others think of what makes someone higher than you so as to order you to go killing or get killed!🙂

MaxInDHouse:
Young man you are talking to a former military commander so humbly learn from experienced ones who have been through what you are going through now!

I choose to become a soldier of Christ after knowing the difference between lies and truth.

Politicians who stays in the comfort of their homes with their wives and children are behind the orders you are following while your commanders look for means to save themselves from the death that's coming through orders from those who don't know anything about wars. So if you truly know what you are doing and not bowing to the will of others think of what makes someone higher than you so as to order you to go killing or get killed!🙂

Hear me now and mark my words — Åberg speaks.

I am forty winters hardened, MOS 11B — Åberg of the iron road — and I have carried men through mud that would steal the breath from a boast.
You stand warm and loud, preaching of orders and duty; yet you cloak yourself in titles and sermons while others break on the spear.
You tell us of commandments and codes; I tell you of blood and the price paid by hands that do the walking.

So answer plainly, for the wolves do not listen to riddles:

What wars have you actually walked into, when the sky rained iron and the watch never slept?
Name the fields where your feet knew the shell-cracked ground. Tell me the names of the campaigns, the places where the earth took brothers and kept their names.

Speak your name, your rank, and your serial number — all that proves you wore the weight you preach from.
If you are a commander, give the proof of command beyond a carved horn in a hall: which fights did you lead, which men did you carry, which bodies did you bury with your own hands?

Do not hide behind comfort or piety. If you stood in the storm, tell it true. If you have not, silence your sermons and let those who bled teach by example.

You will not be shamed by questions; you will be answered by truth.
Come forth with your words — or step back, argr, and leave the field to those who have the scars to show for their counsel.

Fenrir:
You tell us of commandments and codes; I tell you of blood and the price paid by hands that do the walking.

From the look of things it's obvious you don't know anything about what you are saying at all you're just being noisy over nothing.

Life is not just about shedding blood and claiming you are brave but doing your best to live for a time when you will feel no regrets.

Thousands of your mates have died due to orders from mere humans like you so are you proud of perishing without a just course?

If truly you care to reason as in using your own brain to fathom what is going on around you this is an opportunity for you to gain insight.

Human created weapons to control and dominate fellow humans but it's a pity that those issuing orders aren't going to wars rather they are using unwise gullible ones to die for their own selfish ambitions while they enjoy after you've laid down your own lives just for them to secure their office as RULERS over you and the captives you fought to put under them!🙂

MaxInDHouse:
Young man you are talking to a former military commander so humbly learn from experienced ones who have been through what you are going through now!

I choose to become a soldier of Christ after knowing the difference between lies and truth.

Politicians who stays in the comfort of their homes with their wives and children are behind the orders you are following while your commanders look for means to save themselves from the death that's coming through orders from those who don't know anything about wars. So if you truly know what you are doing and not bowing to the will of others think of what makes someone higher than you so as to order you to go killing or get killed!🙂

If your tale were true, your words would strike like arrows — swift, certain, and without tremor.
A real warrior does not reach for his deeds; they come unbidden, carved into bone.
Name, rank, war — such truth is spoken in a breath, not hidden behind sermons.
Your silence tells all.
When the shot is real, it needs no witness

MaxInDHouse:
Young man you are talking to a former military commander so humbly learn from experienced ones who have been through what you are going through now!

I choose to become a soldier of Christ after knowing the difference between lies and truth.

Politicians who stays in the comfort of their homes with their wives and children are behind the orders you are following while your commanders look for means to save themselves from the death that's coming through orders from those who don't know anything about wars. So if you truly know what you are doing and not bowing to the will of others think of what makes someone higher than you so as to order you to go killing or get killed!🙂

The information requested would have been instant if you were speaking the truth

MaxInDHouse:
From the look of things it's obvious you don't know anything about what you are saying at all you're just being noisy over nothing.

Life is not just about shedding blood and claiming you are brave but doing your best to live for a time when you will feel no regrets.

Thousands of your mates have died due to orders from mere humans like you so are you proud of perishing without a just course?

If truly you care to reason as in using your own brain to fathom what is going on around you this is an opportunity for you to gain insight.

Human created weapons to control and dominate fellow humans but it's a pity that those issuing orders aren't going to wars rather they are using unwise gullible ones to die for their own selfish ambitions while they enjoy after you've laid down your own lives just for them to secure their office as RULERS over you and the captives you fought to put under them!🙂

You speak of fear and folly, of men used by those who sit in comfort — but hear me, and learn the truth of the north.

We of the old blood are not proud because we thirst for war or death.
We are proud because we have learned to live without fear of either.
The Norse warrior’s pride is not born from boasting, but from the quiet knowledge that his will cannot be broken.
We take pride because our word is iron, because our honor cannot be bought, and because we bow to no man who has not proven his worth in the storm.

You talk of dying for rulers and masters — that is not our way.
A Norse warrior fights for his kin, his hearth, his brothers at his side, and the name that will echo when his body is ash.
We do not wait for orders from cowards who hide behind curtains; we follow the strength we have seen with our own eyes, and the oaths that bind our hearts.

And you ask why we are proud?
Because we alone know the two true gates to Valhalla, the only roads the Valkyries ride:

To fall in battle — sword red, shield broken, standing until the last breath leaves your chest.
To die with your weapon in your hand, your name shouted above the clash, your soul carried by the storm.
That is the warrior’s way — the song of steel that never ends.

To die in bed with a maiden — the warmth of life meeting the chill of death, laughter and fire in your veins as the world fades to dark.
To meet your end in pleasure, in passion, in the arms of beauty — the gods smile on such a passing, for it is the other face of battle, the struggle of life itself.

These are the two paths — no crown, no sermon, no ruler can grant another.
The coward dies many times in silence; the brave only once, and even then he dies standing.

So keep your talk of politics and commands — the north does not kneel to men who have never faced the cold edge of truth.
We measure a life not by years or obedience, but by the fire that burned within it.
For only those who live fierce, love deep, and die unafraid may feast in Valhalla’s golden hall,
while the wind howls their names through the ages.

I think the impact has been made so it's now left for you to think over the little discussion you had this morning with Maximus.
I chose that name as a skilled warrior but now i hate all the things we did back then fighting to support liars while we smile bravely facing death with my friends back in those days but their death becomes meaningless to me now after knowing the truth, they died conscientiously fighting to keep liars in office of oversight.

Thanks Fenrir do have a lovely weekend!🙂

Fenrir:
If your tale were true, your words would strike like arrows — swift, certain, and without tremor.
A real warrior does not reach for his deeds; they come unbidden, carved into bone.
Name, rank, war — such truth is spoken in a breath, not hidden behind sermons.
Your silence tells all.
When the shot is real, it needs no witness

MaxInDHouse:
I think the impact has been made so it's now left to you to think over the little discussion you had this morning with Maximus.
I chose that name as a skilled warrior but now i hate all the things we did back then fighting to support liars while we smile bravely facing death with my friends back in those days but their death becomes meaningless to me now after knowing the truth, they died conscientiously fighting to keep liars in office of oversight.

Thanks Fenrir do have a lovely weekend!🙂

Argr
A soldier or commander would not hide the information requested it would have been instant

Fenrir:
Argr
A soldier or commander would not hide the information requested it would have been instant

For what purpose?
Do you think i'm here to talk about wars after vowing never to raise weapons against anyone again? Isaiah 2:4
The impact has been made so do have a lovely weekend!🙂