Too many heroes

Not all heroes wear olive green
Though many of them do anyways
They come in all shapes and all sizes
Deserving of all of our praise

Not all heroes carry weapons and ammo
Though too many of them do these days
Some of them sit there in silence
And quietly look death in the face

Not all heroes have muscles, so strong
Though many of them do, it's a phase
Some move so softly while all hell breaks loose
And throw themselves on a grenade

Not all heroes are soldiers at all
Though too many started that way
Some bake them cookies and some watch their kids
While others just hold tight and pray

Not all heroes live here in my world
But that's what it feels like today
I wish we didn't need so many heroes
I wish they were heroes to stay