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The following writing is not mine, it was a comment left on my previous post. It was an anonymous post, but I believe I know the culprit, but the investigation is still ongoing... It moved me, as I hope it also moves you...

"The ultimate sacrifice," in our vernacular, reflects a noble, voluntary gift of one's life to death for others--a gift which only the Narcissus's among us, without success, attempt to diminish. Others make sacrifices, similarly noble, which do not involve giving up the ghost. Perhaps, if we perceive our dead heros as having achieved rest in the afterlife, we may also see, through the looking glass, some of our living heros and their families walking an even more difficult, equally noble, but oft forgotten path: living for untold decades, incessantly persecuted by the abdominal hauntings of their experiences; missing limbs, and faces; damaged brains, or sanity; life as a quadraplegic from a 7.62 x 39 to the neck? Even Jesus told his followers that they would achieve greater things than he did--perhaps he intended, at least in part, their years of struggle in this life contrasted with the restful peace of his death, and their own. As for you, my friend, you're just as much of a hero to me, for you put on a uniform and offered yourself just as they did, and would have died had it been your lot. Heroic nobility roots itself in the gift as much as in the death, or life, of the giver. You portray sincere humility, so, you do not count yourself a hero, which is as it should be, making you even more heroic. It is my job to call you "hero," which, also, is as it should be. In any event, let us honor the sacrificial dead, without forgetting the sacrificial living.