I write a lot of heroes and heroines in my books. From firefighters and police officers to military and special ops. Some are renowned for their heroism, and some quietly hide it away.
I know many people have commented on Veteran's Day today. While their service and sacrifices are honored just one day of the year, I would like to mention something else.
My father and uncles served in World War II. They all saw action, some received medals and special recognition for their service above and beyond. However, each and every one of them were the second kind of hero, who quietly put their service days behind them. They lived their lives without asking for much of anything, and yet they risked all to serve their country. None of them talked much about it.
Both men and women in my family have served, whether in the military or supporting it at home in some way or another.
I know there are the braggarts who demand recognition for every little thing they do, but I think the true heroes are the ones who just go out and do it—never expecting to be lauded for their sacrifice—and their loved ones who suffer an even greater loss when those heroes don't come home. It doesn't matter which country you come from, the feeling is still there.
So when you pass that little old man or woman on the street, just be aware that underneath their street clothes may lie the underpinnings of a hero.
Thank you Dad (recently passed), and all of those who have served or are serving now.