Is it not amazing to realize that they walk among us? No tattoo of bravery to let us know they jumped out of planes, tiptoed through jungles, or suffered night after night of bitter cold and little food. They buy apples and milk at the grocery store and wait in the lobby of the doctor's office, and we brush against them daily, with little knowledge of the sacrifices made--loves lost, nightmares found, greatness achieved with no witness but the dead.
We've had our fill of gut-wrenching failure this week, humanity looking worse for the wear. Today our best will be on display.
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