So there I was, surrounded by the enemy on all sides, I wiped the blood off my knive as I slogged through the humid jungle carnage. My medic said you're bleeding to death, but I shrugged, it's only a flesh wound. Gamely I soldiered on, impervious to the pain as I captured the enemy stronghold bare handed with no help at all. Yeah, I'm a hero to some but I never think of myself that way, just an American.
OK, John Wayne wannabee.
yeah, i don't believe him either.
people who actually are heros don't talk about it.