Unsung Institute of Heroes

I may be the only girl in four siblings but I wasstriking air was decayed by bad complexion, stiff
trained by everyone around me to bestance and tired eyes. I never thought that small
independent. Unlike other "princesses" in otherreunion would be something I'll never forget for
families, I was brought up not to act like a damselthe rest of my life. I had to admit, for a moment
in distress instead, I was taught to fight and standthere I became soft.
up for myself. You see, my father is an officerOn my brother's last year in the academe, their
from the Air Force but since I grew up in aupper classmen who graduated the previous year
military base, it was no biggie for me. The sight ofwas sent to a rescue mission on the Muslim battle
soldiers marching around carrying M16s is a sightfields down south. I heard about how my brother
that I've grown quite accustomed to for moreand his classmates needed to suppress their grief
than 20 years of my life.for comrades who lost their lives in the bloody
My father would always brag about what a herobattle. The wake of strangers' corpse
he was back during the dictatorship era of ourbroadcasted on the television was suddenly
country. He said he was part of the first group ofenough to make me turn on the showers to
soldiers who went against the oppressiveconceal the sound of my grief. So much for the
government of the martial law years in the midtough little girl who tried hard not to shed tears all
80's. Hearing that story over and over againthese years.
never tire me; it makes me smile whenever I seeUntil now, I still fear the possibility of my brother
my father's enthusiasm in retelling his heroic tale.being sent to a worthless battle. Years of
But back then, I never really appreciated it asenduring severe rules and rigorous training may
much as I adored the gallant fictitious Greek andcome to waste. It makes me feel outrage at the
Roman epic heroes.thought that people tarnish the name of military
Years before my father resigned from the force,schools by branding all the students as law
my eldest brother decided to try his luck in thebreakers and delinquents because I know for a
military academy. Everybody was ecstatic whenfact that one of these men may be the next
he made it in. Two months after he got into theperson to use his body to shield a comrade from
academy, we were given a chance to visit hima bullet and to fight a causeless war. Now more
for their Incorporation day. The moment I finallythan I ever, I'm proud of my father and brother
saw him, I wasn't really sure if it was my brotherfor braving the odds.
I was staring at. He looked so much different, his