REMEMBERING MY FATHER ON HIS BIRTHDAY TODAY.
Nobody can recall that my father (Prof. Carlos Legaspi Tesoro) was a hero, greater even than those we read in our history books. He was unfortunately bumped by his contemporaries but not in the deepest bin of history, at least not as long as my notes on history is concerned.
During World War II, there were numerous accounts of heroism. Soldiers fought mightily hard, statesmen fought using their position of influence, guerillas fought on the sidelines, martyrs fought with their faith, so on and so forth. All of them became heroes, were feted, recognized and even lionized for a while. They all went out of their way to keep enemies at bay and while some survived to live another day, others perished.
My father was not a soldier during World War II. He was not conscripted too in the guerilla movement. He was neither a martyr nor anyone pretending to…
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