What does your hero look like? Do you have more than one? Relative, Historical Figure, Leader, etc.?

For me it would have to be my father. I remember when he came home from Vietnam when I was 7. As he was walking through the airport in Kansas City, MO. He was cursed, spit on, called baby killer and all other sorts of vile names. I remember his reaction to all of this. He never lost his military bearing, never spoke, he just looked straight ahead, wrapped his arms around us, gathered his baggage and led us out the door. He is the reason I went into the military. To me he was all that was right with this Country and the World. Rest in Peace dad.