The American "Hero".
Catchy title. Then you proceed to tear it down as though you actually knew what you were talking about...
American heroes. These men and women, most young enough to be my children, have willingly given up portions of their lives for a cause they believe
in. Some gave it all up for that same cause. What was the cause, you ask? Each other. Their parents. Their children. Their friends. It wasn't
for me, except perhaps in the most general sort of way. My brother. My sisters, all four of 'em. My uncles from both sides of my family. Most
especially, though, my father. All served for varying lengths of time. My brother saw combat in Iraq. My youngest sister saw action against
terrorists during a tour in the Med. in the '80's. Most of my uncles saw action during WW2, or Vietnam. My father? He saw combat during WW2, Korea,
and Vietnam; was wounded during WW2 on a little island called Saipan. Almost thirty years of his life, he's now in his late eighties, were spent in
the uniform's of first the United State Army Air Corp, later Army Air Force; then in the uniform of the United States Air Force in places as varied as
Saigon, Tokyo, various island in the South Pacific, Hann, West Germany, and several other places. Every one of them with some sort of danger
Every single one of them volunteered, not for glory...not for praise... They did it, because they felt it was the right thing for them to do.
Heroes do that.
That in my book, makes them heroes. Not because they may have killed, and several of them did, war being what it is...but because they cared.
If you were to ask them if they are/were heroes? They'd look at you like you were insane...then they'd tell you that they aren't heroes...they were
just doing what they felt needed doing. Jobs that needed doing, but a job that cost my father some of his health, and a portion of his sanity...but
he'd still say that it was something that he needed to do. Personally, I am in awe of these people, my family members not the least, for the courage,
the fortitude, they've shown over the years.
These men and women are a breed apart, worthy of our respect and admiration. For what it's worth? They've got mine. Maunder on, and on, about the
reasons all you want, but policy isn't set by these folk, it's set by the people we set in command over them. So, it comes down to us. Blame them
for whatever reason seems best to you, but in the process? Save some for yourself.
We put them there. In the sands of Iraq. The jungles of Vietnam. The trenches of Verdun. ...and a thousand thousand other places. They, for the
most part, went willingly for a myriad of reasons. Some noble, a few not. To protect family. To protect friends. To protect each other. Yet
seldom, in spite of the pain that most suffer, to a greater or lesser extent, do they complain about that. They may fuss about the politics, but
never the reasons they themselves went to war for.
American heroes? You betcha, they are.
edit on 9/11/2010 by seagull because: spelling...as though that should surprise anyone?