[Milu]

OK, I'll bite.

I don't recognise it. A song by the Charlie Daniels band?

If we're talking about trite and obscure, how about......

"They said that he had killed a man in his own country and that was why he came to live in the Remegian Mountains. Some of the men who had fought with the partisans in the war said they remembered him. They told no tales but spoke of him with respect. He usually dressed in the scuffed leather jacket, heavy boots and khaki trousers that made him look like the airforce officer in combat he had once been. He had gray blonde hair that he cut himself, his eyes were blue and laughed.

He taught me to drive in his old jeep and to shoot a pistol, first a 22 target pistol and then his 45 auto. The 45 was like him and much that he owned; scarred, well used, well maintained and still in perfect mechanical condition, though its black finish now had a lot of high spots from holsters and handling. It was one of the most frightening weapons I have ever seen, it seemed to say that it had fought in peace time and in war and like its master it was always ready to kill again. It was the handgun of a man who used it, not of a man who kept it in a desk or in his bedside table. I think that any man he pointed it at would understand without words that the choice was to do as he wanted or die. He taught me weapons and honour, he taught me to laugh; he taught me that only a very strong man could be truly gentle and kind."