Iron man. That's what they were calling him. (That's what he was calling himself). A man with a severe chest wound, so badly damaged that it hides behind metal amour.
I'll admit, it kind of made me sad to think they were comparing this man's heart as being so badly impaired that it was encased in cold steel against his chest.
What kind of hero is that? A true iron man doesn't hide or disguise his scars. No, a true iron man knows the worth of his wound and wears it has a badge across his chest. That's what makes a hero.
God, bless that man's broken heart. Handle it gently and hold in firm in the palm of your hand. Be his armor and don't allow it to fall into a metal coffin. Help him bare his scars with honor. Raise him up to be a true iron man so that he may one day know the victory of the battle he so bravely fought.
