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
My Five-Year-Old Chayal
My five-year-old son is currently wearing his army uniform costume we bought him for Purim nearly three months ago. Since
