Posted by CBethM on February 4, 2024 in Author Posts | With great power comes great responsibility. If you’re a fan of superhero comics or movies, you’ve heard this before. It’s Spider-Man’s motto: With great power comes great responsibility. It’s a lesson Spider-Man learns the hard way. You know the story: Spider-Man is bitten by a radioactive spider that gives him super-strength, and the ability to climb walls. But when Peter first gets his powers, he doesn’t immediately make a costume for himself and fight crime. Instead, when Peter sees a robbery happening, he doesn’t stop it, even though he could. Tragically, the robber ends up killing Peter’s Uncle Ben during the getaway, and it’s then that Peter learns his lesson: with great power comes great responsibility. That’s when he starts putting on Spandex and fighting bad guys on rooftops. Not before. Legendary comics writer Stan Lee wrote a variation of the “with great power comes great responsibility” line in the very first Spider-Man comic book ever. Thinkers and philosophers had of course been saying the same thing for thousands of years, just not in those exact words. I tried coming up with a different way to say it, and for copyright reasons I do say it in different ways in my novel Heroes. ☺ But Stan Lee said it best, and without Marvel’s lawyers to stop me, I’m going to continue to say it here: With great power comes great responsibility. Spider-Man debuted in 1962, but superheroes had been coming to the same conclusion ever since the debut of Superman in 1938. He had the idea instilled in him by his adopted parents, Jonathan and Martha Kent, after his birth parents died in the destruction of his home planet. Steve Rogers, who debuted in 1940, had been a frail young man who’d been picked on by bullies until the US government injected him with the Super Soldier Serum, which suddenly gave him the amazing strength and coordination to become the superhero Captain America. And they and many other heroes were joined by Wonder Woman in 1941, who left Paradise Island to use her Amazonian strength to defend the powerless and fight back against the biggest bullies the world had ever seen—Adolf Hitler and the Nazis. As each new superhero emerged on the scene, they all had to answer the same question: now that I have super powers, what am I going to do with them? In September of 1939, just a year after Superman debuted, the United States was asking itself that same question. Nazi Germany had just invaded Poland, and by the time Captain America debuted in 1940, Germany had conquered half of Europe. By the end of 1941—the year Wonder Woman hit shelves—Nazi Germany occupied or controlled all of Europe, and had its eyes set on England and Russia. The Axis was led by Germany, Italy, and Japan. The Allies were led by England, China, and the Soviet Union. Almost all the other countries of the world lined up to join the fight on one side or the other. Except the United States. President Franklin D. Roosevelt convinced Congress to send food and arms to the Allies, but the United States hadn’t gone to war, because Americans were fiercely divided on whether or not to send our soldiers to fight. For a lot of Americans, it was a case of “once bitten, twice shy.” Just twenty-two years earlier, the United States had decided that with great power comes great responsibility, and we had enthusiastically entered the First World War on the side of the Allies. But World War I didn’t go so well. For anybody. Many Americans now remembered with anger and regret how hundreds of thousands of their fathers and husbands and brothers and sons had been wounded and killed in the First World War. And for nothing, it seemed. Nothing had really changed in Europe, and now they were fighting again. Why not stay out of it this time, isolationists argued, and let them fight it out themselves? The United States was arguably stronger than it ever had been, but perhaps now that meant that with great power came a great excuse to mind our own business. Never mind that our allies were falling like dominoes. Or the growing evidence that Nazi Germany was openly attacking, robbing, imprisoning, and killing European Jews. Feeling safe and secure, the United States stayed out of the war. At the same time, while countries like England, France, and the Netherlands were busy fighting Hitler and Germany in Europe, the Empire of Japan started snatching up their colonies in Asia. The Japanese Empire was growing quickly—and threatening to extend east across the Pacific Ocean, all the way to the United States. To discourage Japanese aggression in the Pacific, President Roosevelt moved the United States Pacific Fleet from San Diego to the Naval Station at Pearl Harbor in Hawaii. It was a fleet at the time that included nine battleships, three aircraft carriers, dozens of cruisers and destroyers and submarines, hundreds of planes, and thousands of soldiers, sailors, Marines, and pilots. Which is where the story of Heroes begins! My main character, Frank McCoy, has just moved to Hawaii with his family because his dad is a Navy pilot in the US Pacific Fleet. Frank’s a little awkward in his own skin. He feels a little like somebody gave him an injection of Super-Soldier Serum sometime between the seventh and eighth grade, because he’s grown twelve inches in the last year, and now, at thirteen, is taller than his mom. He’s like one of the Charles Atlas ads he sees in the back of the comic books he loves to read—Go from scrawny runt to Greek god in just three months! Frank moves in next door to another boy his age named Stanley Summers, and when the two discover their shared love of comic books, they become instant best friends. Frank and Stanley even start working on a comic book