WHO'S YOUR HERO?

My Hero has always been my Dad. Born when Montana still was pretty much the wild west. Raised on a ranch with no electricity or indoor plumbing. Graduated high school and worked jobs, mainly heavy equipment and commercial trucks. About the time I was born he took a career with the U.S. Forest Service and became a construction civil engineer. In those days you didn't have to have a college degree, you could take classes and on the job training to make a career. My Dad was always the perfect gentleman, to teach right from wrong, set an example for others. Very strict with discipline but also extremely fair and kind. Most men will not admit to mistakes they make but my father did and said it was important that others knew that you were honest and could be trusted. Taught me gun safety, how to hunt, etc etc. You know how the WWII Korean war generation was. I could go on indefinitely. Mom and Dad were married for 56 years before he passed away and my mother was never quite the same. I miss him every day. God bless you Dad . You were one of a kind. My Hero.
 
I don’t really do heroes, but if we’re talking famous people it would have to be Jimmy Stewart.

He was already an established film star, with an Academy award on his shelf for The Philadelphia Story. He fought to get into the Army Air Force and then fought again to get into combat. He flew real missions and dropped bombs on Nazis and brought his crew home every time. He stayed in the reserves after the war, and retired as a Brigadier General.

Don’t get me started on some of his co-stars.

Not famous? My Dad, of course.

This past summer I visited the Jimmy Stewart Museum in Indiana, Pennsylvania, and then a few days later the exhibit on his service at the National Museum of the United States Air Force in Dayton. He truly was heroic in every sense of the word...
 

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My Dad
He is currently in his final days on earth, he has stage 4 pancreatic cancer and it's been a brutal past 2 months. It came on quick and hard it has been very painful for him and has been tough on us to watch him go down.
I have met alot of great men over the years but none could or will compare to him. He truly lived for his family and always put them first.
It has been my time to take care of him like he always took care of me.
He will soon be with the Lord and out of pain.
 
My Dad
He is currently in his final days on earth, he has stage 4 pancreatic cancer and it's been a brutal past 2 months. It came on quick and hard it has been very painful for him and has been tough on us to watch him go down.
I have met alot of great men over the years but none could or will compare to him. He truly lived for his family and always put them first.
It has been my time to take care of him like he always took care of me.
He will soon be with the Lord and out of pain.
Please show this to him if you have not already.
 
My Dad
He is currently in his final days on earth, he has stage 4 pancreatic cancer and it's been a brutal past 2 months. It came on quick and hard it has been very painful for him and has been tough on us to watch him go down.
I have met alot of great men over the years but none could or will compare to him. He truly lived for his family and always put them first.
It has been my time to take care of him like he always took care of me.
He will soon be with the Lord and out of pain.

The Good Book says "In time the father will become the son and son will become the father.'" Bless you sir.
 
I don't have "heroes" per se as it is a word too loosely thrown around. Rather I have people that I revere. At the top of my list is my mother, her sister and their parents.

Mom was 8 years old when the Germans destroyed her home and neighborhood in Liverpool.





My grandmother (born deaf) struggled mightily to keep her family fed during a time of severe want and inadequate housing. They all grew hard bark on them.

My grandfather was a fireman at the Liverpool Boat Docks which was bombed repeatedly. Mom said he usually came home with burns and cuts but kept going back as his country was under attack and he wouldn't abandon it. He carried burn scars the rest of his life.

This is one of the docks where the SS Malakand was moored, full of munitions, when fires from the boat sheds finally reached her.





This was what was left of the Malakand.



I will never know hardship as they knew it. I am honored to come from such stock.
 
My hero

My Hero; My first choice was going to be, Ebenezer Scrooge, and use his favorite saying, “Bah Humbug”.

After much thought and contemplation, I’ve decided that it would be impossible for me to single out just one hero. This great country of ours has produced a countless number of Heroes. I can’t bear to grade the service of any man that has served his country in the armed services, or in any other way. Our founding fathers would be high on the list, if I were to make one.

Concerning Heroes; God bless ‘em all.

Chubbo
 
This thread makes me sad. There are/were many heroes in my life, and I can't name them all. God is number 1 on the list, because He loves me, in spite of me.

My Father passed away (stroke) in 1953, at the young age of 49, I was almost 10. My Mother never married again, but raised us on a Widow's tiny income. She was a strong willed Christian Lady, if there ever was one. My older siblings pitched in and helped by getting jobs. My oldest Sister was already married, and I'm sure they helped with finances, Christmas, and only God knows what else. I remember the Salvation Army came one year with Christmas.
So, my heroes are: Mom, Betty and Dewey, (oldest Sister & BIL), Mary, a sister, gone to Heaven already. Clarence, my older Brother, still living, a hard working Navy Vet.
There were many people that helped raise us, Mom stayed focused through it all. My siblings were and are great folks. Just 3 of us left now. I loved them all. I still miss my Dad, I can't describe what it was like to grow up without him. If I can be half the Christian my Mother was......

Leon
 
Where have all the Hero's gone

One Hero comes to mind immediately, my Norwegian
Great Uncle. He was part of the Norwegian Resistance
against the Nazi's when they invaded Norway.

I can't even imagine a Country invading another Country
and losing everything. When all was said and done, he
got his farming livelihood back and was lucky enough
to live his life out.

Great Thread, and reminder of what others gave up
so, we can have what we have today.
 
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