Saints walk among us. Those who earned a Medal of Honor, Bronze Star, Silver Star or Purple Heart because they valued someone else’s life more than their own.

They are wrinkled, gray, dim of sight and weak of limb. They can’t remember what they had for lunch yesterday, but they can recall the day, the weather and the event with every detail during their service. They remember every name of every guy in their squad.

Smooth muscles that carried wounded men off the battlefield now sag with loose skin and require the help of a cane to rise. But they will always struggle to stand and salute our flag.

Heroes … and we wouldn’t recognize them. They are the ones who ran into harm’s way to rescue some of our fathers, uncles, grandfathers, mothers and daughters. They laid down their lives so you c

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