Exactly. My heroes are the men I grew up with, that I ate Sunday dinner with. They were the ones that parachuted from a crippled B17 only to land on a church roof, break their leg and spend 2 years in a POW camp, or spend months in the Punch Bowl in Korea. They taught me to shoot, fish, and how to do things. They were human, sinned, and were no means perfect. But they were the real deal.

I cannot understand how anyone lionizes someone they do not know intimately, I have no connection with people that hold sports figures, writers, or actors up as heroes.