Where Are America’s Heroes?
A Commentary by J. D. Longstreet
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DEFINITION of HERO: A man distinguished by exceptional courage and nobility
and strength
This country, America, needs some heroes.
Badly. Have you noticed that we have none?
In
my youth heroes abounded. There were, first and foremost, the military
heroes, then the sports heroes, even the guy down the block who saved
the neighbor’s cat by climbing up the tree to retrieve the cat, he, too,
was a hero. But it is not so, anymore.
Humans need heroes.
Heroes remind us that there is a better side to us. Heroes remind us
that we DO have it in us to be better than we are… to accomplish what
was thought to be the impossible, and that we do have it in us to defend
those things most precious to us, like our families and our homes and
even our country.

But today there are no heroes. America is so bereft of heroes that Hollywood is turning to
made-up, comic book heroes to create stories around upon which to base films or movies.
THAT, dear reader, is pathetic! Military
heroes went out of style during the Vietnam War. Although many, many,
Vietnam veterans came home as a heroes, they were not accorded that
status by their fellow Americans. Many were reviled and even spat
upon. Men who had answered their country’s call and gone to war, and
had every right to be accorded the status of heroes were, instead,
shunned by American society.
When I was a boy, there actually
were sports heroes. Oh yes. No any longer. Professional athletes tell
us they have no desire to be a ROLE MODEL, A HERO, if you will. And
they aren’t. Many we would silently think of as heroes turn out to be
abusing drugs, which brings into questions their athletic triumphs.
So, we no longer have sports heroes.
Well, you may ask, what
about the neighborhood guy who climbs trees and rescues felines for the
neighbor’s children? What about him, huh?
Well, that cat is
stranded now, for good and all, except in the rare case where the local
fire department will agree to come rescue the critter.
Why?
Well,
the neighborhood guy is concerned that if he should climb that tree and
break a limb, some environ-nut group will sue him. If he should
accidentally harm the kitty, while in the attempt to rescue her, then
the animal welfare groups might sue him, and if the kitty scratches the
kids he returns it to, he might well be sued for allowing those children
to play with a dangerous animal.
See the direction America has taken… and why, there are no heroes today? It is, indeed, far too risky to be a hero today.
And
then there is the
“Moral Relativity” problem. Here in America, the
Moral Relativity adherents rule the day. Now known as
“political
correctness”, we are indoctrinated, from day one, that all men are
created equal. Well, one can easily put the lie to that… if one wanders
into the shower room of any military barracks in the world, or walks
down a crowded beach in July.
All men are NOT created equal. All men
are guaranteed an equal shot at life and its abundance here in America
by the constitution, but that is as far as it goes… or at least, that is
as far as it SHOULD go.
Now, if you believe that all men are
equal then you cannot have heroes. Because the very nature of heroism
means that one person has exceeded the level playing field of equality
and has become better than his fellow man in some way.

We used
to understand that, in this country, and we celebrated our heroes. Look
back at
Audey Murphy (right), the most decorated soldier of the Second World
War. A tiny little fellow, unimposing,
but the man had the heart of a
lion. He was a true hero.
And there was The Duke. Yep, John
Wayne. So far as I know Duke never served his country in uniform.
Except that, actually, he did. He portrayed such heroes, so often, and
so convincingly on the American movie screen, that he became one. He
played role after role of a hero in different uniforms of our military
service. Those western characters he portrayed paid homage to the early
days of America on the frontier. He became a hero. The thing with
Wayne was that “what you saw was what you got”. Off screen, he was the
same man he played on screen. And that came through, clear as a bell,
in the characters he portrayed.
Say what you will about the Duke,
but he taught, at least one generation of American men, what it meant
to be a man… and even more importantly what it meant to be an American
man.
Heroes provide us with role models. “We don’t need role
models," you may argue. Oh, but we do, I would counter. Role models
teach our children important lessons about who they are and of what they
are capable.
When I first reported for military training at
Fort Jackson, South Carolina, back on July 5th, 1959, I had no idea what
I was capable of. None. I thought I did. But, boy, how wrong I was.
I
weighed approximately 126 pounds ... and that was soaking wet! And then
they took us up to a place known then as “Tank Hill”. That’s where you
went, in those days, when you reported to Ft. Jackson to be whipped
into shape as an American soldier. Eight weeks later, having survived
pure hell, I left that Army post a brand new American soldier, believing
I could lick the world and, if necessary, single handed.
How
did it happen? One important factor of that training was that there
were genuine heroes training us. The instructor cadre were men who were
veterans of the Second World War and the Korean War. Men who had seen
the worst the enemy could throw at them and they rose above it… and
won!
We had a First Sergeant, with an Irish name, and all the
accoutrements, including the blue eyes and red hair. Never saw him
that he didn’t have a bayonet scabbard hanging from his web belt.
Never. He was a sergeant in the manner of old first sergeants. That guy
was something to behold. When he walked into a room, or onto a training
field, all the noise became muted and all eyes were on him. He
commanded respect. For those of us un-initiated, at the time, there was
one huge question we all wanted to ask and that was… “Why”? After a
few weeks, I screwed up enough courage to ask one of the lowly buck
sergeants what it was about the Top Kick that brought all that respect.
The
sergeant pointed to the Top Kick’s bayonet. “You see that,” he asked?
I assured him I couldn’t miss it. The sergeant went on to say there
was a story behind that bayonet. He told me that even though he didn’t
know all the details he knew that the Top Kick had saved his squad, in
Korea, by charging an enemy machine gun nest with nothing but that
bayonet in his hand. He over ran that enemy gun emplacement and put the
machine gun out of action and saved the lives of his men. For his
actions the Army had award him a medal. His fellow soldiers had awarded
him something far more precious… their respect.
As I listened in
awe, I came to understand the awe, in which his men held him, that day.
And… I had something of an epiphany, and that was that… even heroes
need heroes. The men training me were genuine war heroes, and yet… they
looked up to the Top Kick as THEIR hero.
It is the nature of the
human beast. We need “markers” to show us what we can achieve. Those
who rise above the rest ARE those “markers” and we call them heroes.
America
has become a nation in limbo. Having no markers, no heroes, to look to
we are wandering about in a sea of disillusionment, not knowing who we
are. Ofttimes we are discouraged from accomplishments, which exceed the
norm. We are told it is better to remain a non-entity than to
accomplish more than one’s neighbors, and rise above them, for in so
doing we make those who seek to remain equal feel ashamed, or less
important than we.
To that I say…
“Tough!” It is that kind of
thought that is killing the American spirit. It is that kind of thought
that is killing America…
period! It is that kind of thought that is
ushering in socialism in America with Mr. Obama at the point of the
socialist spear.
America used to be a “can do” nation. Now we
are a “can you do it
FOR me?” nation. We have not yet recognized that
those who willingly “do it” for us will soon reign over us.
Regardless
of what you may think, or you may have been taught, there are persons
among us who are heroes.
These are persons who have risen above and
simply not been recognized by a society that has chosen to hide itself
in the mire of equal aspirations based upon our society’s lowest common
denominator. We desperately need a hero to lead this nation
through the dark decades ahead. We are facing an enemy, which wants us
dead and will stop at nothing to wipe us out. We need a leader who is
not afraid of taking the tough stands, and making the hard decisions,
which may lead to the deaths of countless numbers of our enemies, but,
in the end, save the USA.
But can a man, such as that, be
elected in America anymore? Probably not. Can a man, such as that, be
found among us? Oh yes! But I must warn you… they are few and far
between. You see… some say America stopped producing “real men” in the
1960’s. And those of the male persuasion, who survived the ‘60’s, are
now teaching our male children what THEIR definition of a real man is
and, dear reader, it is far from what nature created the human male to
be.
So what are America’s options? Frankly, I don’t see any.
We, as a nation, are destined to ride this train to the end of the
line. You see, when a people, voluntarily, choose to emasculate
themselves, they must pay the price. America has only begun to pay that
price.
© J. D. Longstreet
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