Hero. What does it mean to be one? Here is the definition of a hero:
1. a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.
2. a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal: He was a local hero when he saved the drowning child.
It's time take to take a good look at John McCain's time in the Navy. My case is that McCain is not a hero at all, but an accidental bumbler with bad luck.
John McCain at the Naval Academy
"When I was growing up," McCain says, "it was expected I was going to go to the Naval Academy. It was just one of those things. I can remember as a little kid friends of my dad saying, 'Well, what class is he going to be?'"
John McCain's time at Annapolis is not indicative of a person who was a hard working acheiver, but rather a prime example of a protected elitist playboy admitted by family legacy. An article in from the May 1st 2007 Arizona Republic illustrates that John McCain knew his family history very well and had no problem using it to his advantage:
It's 1955 in Annapolis, Md., and Midshipman John McCain and his roommate, Frank Gamboa, are eating lunch at the mess hall at the U.S. Naval Academy. A first classman, a "firstie" in Navy parlance, begins dressing down a Filipino steward.
Gamboa hardly notices this exchange, but young John McCain is paying close attention. Since the steward is an enlisted man, he cannot fight back. The firstie is being a bully, a no-no at the Naval Academy.
The man outranks everyone at the table. McCain and Gamboa are barely past being plebes, the school's lowest rank. Fearing trouble, other underclassmen eat quickly and leave. The browbeating continues.
Finally, McCain can take no more.
"Hey, why don't you pick on someone your own size?" McCain blurts out.
There is a moment of silent shock at the table.
"What did you say?" replies the firstie.
"Why don't you stop picking on him?" McCain says. "He's doing the best he can."
"What is your name, mister?" snaps the firstie, an open threat to put McCain on report.
"Midshipman John McCain the Third," McCain says, looking straight at the upperclassman. "What's yours?"
The firstie saw the look in McCain's eyes. And fled.
While its great that McCain stood up for the filipino man, it wasn't any act of bravery that distinguished him in this event. There was no invitation to meet at a secret pre-arranged location to settle the differences like men. John McCain threw his daddy's name and rank at the first opportunity.
Does this sound like a man of courage to you?
A hero?
John McCain's years at the Naval Academy were undistinguished. He graduted 894 of 899 which both he and his biographers attribute to a lack of effort rather than lack of ability. His prime focus was the ladies.
Note: Being a ladies man myself, I'm not holding this against him)
But he had no problem using his status as a big man on campus to game the system to the detriment of others:
McCain's bio in the academy yearbook said it all:
"Sturdy conversationalist and party man. John's quick wit and clever sarcasm made him a welcome man at any gathering. His bouts with the academic and executive departments contributed much to the stockpiles of legends within the hall."
One such bout almost ended in disaster.
The further cadets rose in the academy, the fewer demerits they were allowed. Naturally, McCain was pushing the limit as his senior year neared an end.
McCain already had been skirting the rules. He and some friends had bought a television, which was prohibited. They would gather in their rooms on weekends, watching boxing on Friday nights and a Western, Maverick, on Sundays. The men kept the TV hidden in a "pipe locker," a space between the dormitory rooms that housed plumbing, heating and ventilation.
"One day, the company officer got to crawling around in there, and he found the TV," Gamboa said.
Normally, all the men involved would play a game similar to paper, rock, scissors to determine who would get the demerits. But Gamboa and the others wouldn't let McCain take the chance. The 30 demerits from the TV would get him kicked out.
"He wanted to, but we just insisted," Gamboa said. "The guy who took the demerits (a model midshipman named Henry Vargo) had none."
John McCain allowed a fellow midshipman to be held accountable for his bad luck. Thirty demerits away from being expelled, he had no problem blemishing another midshipman's spotless record so that he could graduate.
Is the action of a hero?
There is a good reason for those of generous spirit to excuse this sort of behavior as "boys will be boys." I agree. I've got my share of Marine Corps stories similar to McCain's. However, I also know that I was in no way senior officer material, much less Commander in Chief material. McCain, however, comes from a distingished family of Admirals. He, of course, felt he should follow in his father's and grandfather's footsteps and become an admiral. From McCain's book: Worth the Fighting For
"Several months before my father died, I informed him that I was leaving the navy. I am sure he had already gotten word of my decision from friends in the Pentagon. I had been summoned to see the CNO, Admiral Heyward, who told me that I was making a mistake.... His attempt to dissuade me encouraged me to believe that I might have made admiral had I had been in the navy, a prospect that remained an open question in my mind.... Some of my navy friends believed I could still earn my star; others doubted it.... When I told my father of my intention, he did not remonstrate with me.... But I knew him well enough to know that he was disappointed. For when I left him that day, alone in his study, I took with me his hope that I might someday become the first son and grandson of four-star admirals to achieve the same distinction. That aspiration was well beyond my reach by the time I made my decision...."
Why was it that McCain understood that he would never make Admiral? First, understand that the under the rule at the time, a fighter pilot could become commander of an aircraft carrier. John McCain was a naval aviator. But was he a good one? Was he good enough of an aviator to make Admiral? What would make McCain forswear his family legacy, the very thing that had been a given, from his childhood growing up around the corridors of power in Washington, D.C.?


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