You know what? My dad was wounded in the Pacific in WWII and received a Purple Heart. And how was he hurt? He was playing cards with some guys in camp when a plane strafed overhead, and a soldier who had been driving a jeep through camp jumped out to take cover. The jeep rolled on and ran over my dad's leg. No broken bones, just a nasty scar that he carried the rest of his life. Pretty mundane stuff, eh? So I guess he didn't deserve his recognition, either. It's not like he was Sgt. York, right? He was just another piece of cannon fodder who was merely lucky enough to live through a horrible war.
These chickenshit bastards with their "not dangerous enough to be a hero"...not one of them would have the balls to stand up to a well-thrown dodgeball.

And you just know that sooner or later out of desperation they will get around to making a big deal out of Kerry's prostate.