The Greatest Hero
He never considered himself brave. He never thought of himself as a hero.
Everything he did was just what he’d been trained to do. To get in there and help. To save lives.
But there’s a big difference between walking in armed to the teeth, ready to fight back, willing and able to deal death and walking our path armed with just medical supplies, guts and determination.
He was always there wherever we went. He was just “Doc” to us.
Doc wanted to serve, he volunteered, but Doc found his conscience wouldn’t allow him to take life. Instead he chose to save it. He walked with us unarmed, taking the same risks without the ability to hit back.
I defy anyone to say this man was not a hero.
I am honoured to have been called friend by him.
John Logan died last week. Taken by Cancer. I will miss him. I will remember him.
Recommended1 recommendationsPublished in Senior Chatters
Must have been a privilege to know such a man Way, and a feeling of comfort to have him walk beside you………his code of ethics was to save lives, and that’s what he lived by………to walk into the unknown, unarmed, took some guts, brave man indeed……
A special person Way,glad you had the honour of being friend with such a one.
A brave and principled man in a caring profession. Yes, i’d say he was a hero.
So many Unsung Heroes and so many Un Heroes Sung unfortunately 🙁
Nicely put.
Waylander. I find wisdom in whatever you write and I am happy that you shared your friend with me. It is always nice to be reminded that there are real heroes.
May he rest in peace knowing that he followed his heart and dedicated his life to saving others. It is a privilege to walk with him along his path – you have been blessed Way, as I am sure he was to also call you “friend” xoxo
R I P John Logan. Thanks Way for helping us to pay our respect.
That was lovely, Way… I think we can all be a hero to someone, or many, in our lives. In big or small ways. And I think we all have a hero in our lives. Someone who is, or was, a wonderful friend.
I mentioned my cousin to you. . . his name is Dan. . . I remember the first time he was on leave from the Army. I was probably about 8 years old. He was my hero then but for different reasons. He was kind and listened to a silly little girl. He made me laugh. I had no idea what he had gone through. . . but I missed him when he went back into the Army. Last year I learned he was having issues with his heart and it was mentioned he earned a “purple heart” for being a medic in the Army. He had been in a helicopter that got shot down. I was speaking with his brother who is a year older than I am. I mentioned I had no idea Dan had a “purple heart”. Kevin, his brother said, “He doesn’t have a purple heart, he has three of them”. I still think of Dan as my hero but the word means even more to me when it comes to my cousin now. Their father had also been in the Army and earned a “purple heart”. I can understand why my cousins are such wonderful men. Kevin retired from the Army last year. Another hero in my heart. They had a great role model who taught them to be kind and taught them life is precious.