I was thirteen years old when my father, a member of the Philippine military, was kidnapped and killed by our local homegrown terrorists.
I came to the U.S. in 1985, met and married my husband, Donald in 1990 and lived peacefully in Downers Grove, IL. I became a U.S. citizen in 1992.
When our U.S. soldiers were sent to Iraq by Pres. George W. Bush, I spent a lot of mornings getting upset whenever I heard on the news that U.S. soldiers got killed in action. Their deaths reminded me of my own loss of my father and the feelings I had then when I was thirteen came back to haunt me.
I decided to put down my feelings in a poem and my husband suggested I put the lyrics into music.
The song You Are A Hero had been played several times during the Memorial Day services in our village.
The song expresses the mixed feelings of grief and pride of the one that the hero left behind.