Last night I was lying on my sofa staring at my ceiling and this thought came to my mind. Somewhere half way across the world there is a guy putting his life on the line for me and my family. I’ll never meet him. I’ll never get a chance to tell him thank you, but he’s still over there. He’s got his own family, yet he’s risking his life day in and day out for mine. I can’t even comprehend that. All the liberties and freedoms that I have, and that I enjoy are the result of a guy that made a decision to put his name on a line and choose service over himself. This to me is the true definition of a hero. Those guys are heroes. They deserve our prayers and our admiration constantly, not just when holidays permit.