Neither pulp nor fiction, believe it or not, this line was put together by a little girl. Story has it that someone saw this little girl toiling to carry a bigger baby boy sleeping on her shoulders. She was asked if she was exhausted. Her answer surprised the man, “No, he’s not heavy; he’s my brother”.
Little did she know she would later inspire a composer to immortalize the line in a song. And, like how it was from down time stream, the clever quip still hit a poignant timbre in light of today’s struggle.
We see soldier struggling to carry a wounded brother to safety, at times under a hail of bullets from enemy fire. We see grieving fathers winking back tears trying to be strong in his son’s wake. And, only now do we see a president grieves with his fallen soldier as if it was his own.
That’s pure love right there overcoming rhyme or reason. That’s you and me looking out for each other come hell or high water.
This observation is noted in General Douglas McArthur’s pronouncements, “Give me ten thousand Filipinos and I will conquer the world”.
Today our men and women of the AFP are once again called to take up arms against a well-entrenched enemy of the state; oftentimes against a force of superior weaponry. Had it not been for our air assets our only chance is to soldier on under grit and determination.
Today, when your commander tells you to attack, and should you fall (Heaven forbid) remember you have the entire Filipino race to carry you. For you ain’t heavy, you’re my brother.
My take.