I woke up thinking about our soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan this morning. I know from experience that holiday's are one of the hardest things to endure when you are away from you family and friends. My heart goes out to them all.
I've known it all along but we owe so much to the soldiers. They don't question the reasons or rationale for war because that is not the nature of what they do. They take orders and objectives and they put their lives on the line to see those orders through.
The first army of America was a rag-tag bunch of misfits that were ill equipped, out manned and weary to the bone, but they simply would not give up. Even when all looked hopeless, they kept on and finally they were successful.
The soldiers who followed through the years sacrificed too. The uniforms, the boots, the weapons, and the strategies have changed, but the overall job remains the same - take that hill, secure that town, feed those prisoners, clean that weapon, take care of your feet, and write to your mama.
I get angry at times at the direction our country has taken and I let my senators and congressman know how I feel. I get angry because I care. I love this country and all that it has done for me.
But I can not let a 4th of July pass without saying how much I appreciate the sacrifices our troops have made through the years. Their hardships and trials make it possible for us celebrate with our friends - to eat Bar-B-Que, watermelon, and drink ice cold lemonade and I am grateful to them all.
Have a safe and happy 4th of July.
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