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The Protector — A Short Story Inspired by the Life of Anthony P. Janovich, My Dad

He was born in the shadow of the California hills, in a small town called Mountain View — back when the streets were dirt, the summers smelled of hay and orange blossoms, and boys dreamed with a mitt in one hand and the world in the other.

From the time he could walk, he could throw. Baseball came to him like breathing — natural, effortless. In high school, he was the kind of athlete folks didn’t forget. He could sink a basket from the far line, tackle like thunder, but when he stood on the pitcher’s mound, the world went still. The New York Yankees saw it too — they handed him a contract before the ink had dried on his diploma. A farm team, a fastball like fire, a knuckleball that danced like a ghost. His future seemed carved in the red clay of the diamond.

But the world was at war.
And for him, there was no question which field needed him most.

He hung up his glove and put on the uniform of the United States Marine Corps.
He went to the Pacific — Guam, Iwo Jima — places where courage was measured not in words, but in moments. He rose to sergeant, led men through chaos, and when the guns fell silent, he found himself in China, helping to send men home who had once been the enemy. Duty wasn’t something he spoke about — it was just who he was.

When the war ended, he came home, traded his rifle for a badge, and joined the Santa Clara County Sheriff’s Office. His sense of right and wrong was as steady as his aim. He became a protector again — this time of streets and neighbors. His picture once made the front page, taking a murderer into custody. But that wasn’t pride — just another day’s work in the long line of service he believed in.

He married a good woman in 1950, raised three children — two daughters and a son. That son would ride beside him sometimes on patrol, watching, learning what it meant to be a man who stood his ground without losing his kindness.

He was tough — a Marine sergeant through and through — but he laughed easily, too.
He taught his boy baseball and judo, how to stand tall, how to defend the weak. When his son turned twelve, he sent him to train under one of the world’s greatest masters — as if he already knew the path that boy would one day walk.

Years later, that son would wear a badge himself. He’d teach soldiers and officers how to fight, how to survive — and how to serve. He’d raise his own son, a U.S. Marine, carrying the same torch lit so many years ago by a young man from Mountain View who gave up a baseball dream for something greater.

Ninety-seven years is a long road, but he walked every mile of it with purpose.
Even now, in the house he built and left behind, his spirit lingers — in the creak of the floors, the smell of the glove he once oiled, the feel of honor passed from father to son, and then to grandson.

Because some men don’t just live a life — they build a legacy.
And for those lucky enough to be his family, that legacy has a name:
Protector.

Song

“My Dad, The Protector”

Written by Anthony P. Janovich

A heartfelt country storytelling ballad titled “My Dad, The Protector.”
Sung from the perspective of a son reflecting on his father’s life — a proud U.S. Marine from the Third Marine Division who gave up a baseball dream to serve his country, became a sheriff’s deputy, and taught his son about service, honor, and protecting the innocent.
The tone is nostalgic, proud, and deeply emotional.
Style inspired by George Strait, Alan Jackson, and Vince Gill.
Medium tempo, rich baritone male vocal, classic country instrumentation: acoustic guitar, steel guitar, fiddle, bass, and standard country drum kit.

Lyrics — “My Dad, The Protector”

[Verse 1]
He was born in Silver Ridge, a small-town son,
Big hands, strong heart, second to none.
Could’ve pitched for the Yankees, the stories all say,
But duty called louder, and he walked away.

[Chorus]
My Dad, the protector, stood tall and proud,
A Marine through the fire, he never backed down.
From the islands of battle to the streets back home,
He taught me to serve, to stand on my own.
He said, “Son, when it’s hard, and the world turns cold,
You protect the weak — that’s worth more than gold.”

[Verse 2]
Came home from the war, traded boots for a star,
A badge on his chest, he raised the bar.
Taught me judo at five, how to fight and be kind,
How to lead with your heart and your honor aligned.

[Chorus]
My Dad, the protector, with a steady hand,
He showed me how to be a man.
He said, “There’s right and wrong, no in-between,
Keep your soul clean, live your dream.”

[Bridge]
Now I wear that badge, just like he did,
Teaching what he taught me when I was a kid.
And my own boy’s a Marine, proud and strong —
Three generations, the legacy lives on.

[Final Chorus]
My Dad, the protector, his spirit’s still near,
I feel him in the wind, I see him clear.
In the house he built, in the life he made,
In the lessons and love that will never fade.
Yeah, my Dad, the protector… lives on in me today.

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