Heroes don’t wear capes that fly, They don’t soar through a painted sky. No masks to hide, no flashy suits Just dog tags clinking, combat boots.
They walk through dust, through fire and rain, Shouldering silence, bearing pain. With steady hearts and watchful eyes, They fight for peace beneath the skies.
No spotlight finds them in the fray, Yet still they rise, day after day. For love of country, kin, and right, They stand as shields through darkest night.
So if you seek a hero true, Look not to myths of red and blue But to the ones who serve and stand With honor etched in calloused hands.
No capes, no fame, no scripted lines Just courage lived a thousand times.
