The night before my father’s brother was to ship out for home a sniper’s bullet zipped through his head. L.G. Ogle, my uncle gave all he could for his country. My mother’s brother Warren Fox gave the ultimate sacrifice in the Korean conflict. Over the years I have known scores of vets who returned from serving less a limb, a brain that no longer did it’s job well, and some in a box under a U.S. flag. It’s personal to me.
I am not fond of those Americans who enjoy yet exploit the freedoms my uncles died to defend. I despise the faux passivity by some that is nothing more than cloaked cowardice. And I absolutely detest public figures who can’t resist a jab at American vets on the one day each year set aside to remember and honor the fallen.
I never served. I offered my service in 1964 and was rejected due to poor eyesight. I am an American to the bone. My country’s flag flies from the front of my home. I love the liberty, the freedom, and the opportunity our country has afforded the masses around the globe in our brief history. I am proud. Yes, there have been mistakes. I regret that some of our history is jaded and ugly. But, we are still here. Fractured and torn, but still here.
Thank you all who lost loved ones, friends, neighbors, and co-workers in military service.
God, family, country, it’s how I live.
May God bless America!