I visited my father recently. It doesn’t take much to remind me how proud I am to be an Army brat. There was a lump in my throat, not only for my father, but for all the veterans buried in this National Cemetery. (I’ve done my best to blur the names. Who is buried there is not the point.)
One of the regrets I have in life is not serving. I should have. I didn’t. What I am, though, is a relentless advocate for this country. I tire easily when someone can only complain about what is wrong and has little to say about what is right with this great country. I was patriotic before it was cool.
I haven’t always had the 4th off but, of course, that wasn’t the case this year. We celebrated Independence day at our community fireworks show. It was an uplifting event and I appreciated the patriotism that the event organizers included in the program.
In case you were unable to attend a fireworks show on Independence day: