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The Real Face of Heroes

 ...from the life of Diana Lesire Brandmeyer

Today I stood on the side of a highway and watched as a soldier was taken to his final resting place. 
The procession was led by firetrucks, police cars and motorcycles.  Almost all the motorcyclists had flags on their bikes, helmets or clothing, and some had their wives on the back and as they passed by I could see their solemn faces. 

It occurred to me that as a writer I'm always looking for the perfect hero to portray.  The faces on those men reflect real heroism. Some were much older and had a hard look about them. I suspect they were Vietnam Vets. Others were younger just back from tours of duty. All of them echoed shades of pride at serving my country as well as the pain of losing one of theirs. 

Today I am proud of my country and the soldiers who protect me and my family. Today it became personal. I can't fight a war but I will support with my presence as they are brought home, dead or alive. Today, I saw the face of real heroes. 

1 comment:

  1. This is a beautiful tribute, Diana.

    As a writer, I must agree.