The essence of heroism is not depicted in the glory of a victory march, nor the accolades of the people when the hero comes marching home. It is not in the honors heaped upon him, nor in fame and glory. Such things come after the fact.
“Shall I always be chosen?” she said bitterly. “Shall I always be left behind when the Riders depart, to mind the house while they win renown, and find food and beds when they return?”
“A time may come soon,” said he, “when none will return. Then there will be need of valour without renown, for none shall remember the deeds that are done in the last defense of your homes. Yet the deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.”
So, are you ready to sacrifice? Are you ready to lay down your life?