Nurse the Hate: Hate the Hero
A friend of mine brought up a very valid point this
morning. He believes the word “hero” is
thrown around too much, and to this I heartily agree. When did everyone become a hero? If you served in the armed forces, you are
now a hero. If you are a cop, you are
now a hero. A fireman? Yep, a hero.
In the medical profession? Also
now heroes. It doesn't even matter what you did or didn't do any more. If you just showed up in the uniform, it is now politically correct to call everyone a "hero". I think at this point pretty
much everyone but me is a hero, which seems right because I don’t feel like a
hero. While this may by process of
elimination make me a victim, I’d rather not dwell on that.
I think everyone started to become “heroes” about the same
time all kids received trophies for participating in whatever activity their
dopey parents signed them up for. There
has been an entire generation that has had the idea of competition slowly bred
out of them. “We need to make sure no
one feels bad, so let’s give the same size trophies to the last place team as
the one that won the championship. That
will make sure we teach everyone the lesson that they are all winners no matter
what the outcome! Now let’s have
cupcakes!” While little Billy enjoys his
cupcake and trophy we gloss over the fact his baseball team finished last
because he is a little pussy that is afraid of the ball and he throws like a
seven year old girl with a torn rotator cuff.
Meanwhile little Jimmy, who throws 90 miles an hour with five different
arm angles and has a screwball that drops off the fucking table, is munching
his cupcake feeling like he got screwed with his duplicate trophy. Whoa be to him if he complains as a shit
storm of “bad sportsmanship” cries will come down on him like a bad dream.
I embrace the idea that those in the armed services are
sacrificing for our country, though to be honest there is a large group of
folks in the ranks that just plain ran out of options and ended up in that uniform
as opposed to a Subway uniform. The
armed services are a large corporation.
There are all kinds working away in that company. A guy that runs into a crazy ass firefight,
pulls his buddies out of harm’s way at unbelievable risk? That guy is a hero. A guy working in supply at an Army base in
North Carolina that just happens to be serving while we blow up some other
country somewhere? Really? Do we really have to use the same word as we
did with that dude with the balls of steel that saved his fellow servicemen?
My neighbor’s house caught on fire a number of years
ago. The fire truck arrives and a few
firemen sprint upstairs into the flames.
Would I have done it? No fucking
way. Then again, I also didn’t undergo
years of training on how to do that and decide to do that as my job. To those guys it was business as usual. If one of those firemen sprinted into an
unstable house to save a person trapped inside despite the pleas of his fellow
fireman who knew that shit was way too risky?
Yeah, that dude is a hero. It’s
not the job that makes you a hero. It’s
the extraordinary actions taken that makes one a hero.
4 Comments:
Stop the presses! You and I agree on something.
Many years ago, I served in the military, but I never felt like a hero.
Following Desert Storm and the election of Bill Clinton, my nagging conscience got the best of me and I got the fuck out.
As I got older and (somewhat) wiser, I realized I wasn't protecting America or its "freedoms."
All I was doing was insuring the free-flow of oil, arms, and opiates at market prices.
Nothing particularly heroic about all that.
Cue Lee Greenwood...
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Amen,
Getting tired of the introduction of a member of the military at sporting events I go to and having everyone gush over this "hero." Yesterday was the anniversary of VE Day and those guys were all heroes.
Even more irritating as I recall my trips to Communist Czechoslovakia and see the same inane lovefest for the boys in green.
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