Heritage is sifting through stacks of dusty photos to find that your nose is amusingly similar to your great-granduncle’s before he enlisted. On the back of the photo you find a joke your grandmother had written in a loopy cursive script. You realize then that you had never seen her handwriting before and you certainly never thought her capable of humor. Heritage is not a set of intangible ideas; it is the living continuity of one generation with another through the bonds of blood. It is life itself. Just as with families, a nation is only as great as its heritage, and a heritage is only as great as its people.