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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