My daddy wasn't even a gleam in my grandfather's eye when soldiers from "the Greatest Generation" stormed the beaches at Normandy on June 6, 1944. Their sacrifice was one of the most prominent in a legacy of sacrifices made by them and their countrymen over our four year involvement in World War II.
As they stormed the beach, they flooded it with so many soldiers that, as one German soldier later recollected, "you couldn't fire a shot on the beach without hitting one of them". They knew the risks, and willingly took them to liberate France, and eventually defeat the Third Reich.
My, how times have changed.
There are many good, selfless soldiers serving in Iraq and Afghanistan, and I don't want this article to reflect negatively on their service in any way. But along with those good, selfless soldiers are far too many individuals coming home to solicit multimillion dollar book deals, calling parents to contact the "Today" show and reveal sensitive data and troop movements that enemy troops can access as easily as we can, and expecting a free ride because of their service.
They served. And they deserve to be recognized for that.
But I have a theory that, when you do a good deed, the more you speak out for recognition, the less you deserve it. Because the demand for recognition points out ulterior motives that, put simply, don't deserve a reward.
Many of the "greatest generation" toiled their lives away in relative obscurity, or worse, remained interred in forgotten graves on a foreign shore. They didn't come home demanding that the country owed them anything.
And yet, oddly enough, we owed them everything.