I remember America’s bicentennial, 1976, very well.
I was in Italy, vacationing with my parents; knowing that it was America’s 200th birthday I had – oh, those innocent traveling days! – smuggled some firecrackers with me. I lit them off while on the rocky beach of a hotel, creating some initial concern allayed when my parents explained what was going on.
Even then, in my youth, I knew that America was something special – something to be celebrated. I knew that the risk of being caught with the fireworks could result in bad things for me… but it was nothing compared to the risks faced by these great men (and women!) that created the country I live in.
I get goosebumps ever time I watch this John Adams scene:
Happy Birthday, my beloved country.
I’ve already posted about Memorial Day, and was going to leave it alone until next year, but then I saw this picture. In one picture it sums Memorial Day up.
Rest well, soldier. And my heart goes to the woman in the picture.
In Judaism we have a hope for those we love and respect: “May their names never be forgotten.”
And may we, both as individuals as well as a nation, never forget these incredible men and women either. For on the day we do, if we fall that far, we will no longer be worthy of being a nation.
Last week I posted my Memorial Day post – good thoughts, wrong date… somehow I had the date wrong mentally.
Thank you, from my generation, to all those who fought and died for this country.
I – we all – owe you.
On this day we remember soldiers who have passed – whether in active service, or in general. We owe them a debt we can never repay.
I’m the family genealogist. Strictly amateur but I’ve managed to discover some interesting things nonetheless. On the basis of my research I’ve joined the Sons of the American Revolution based on Benjamin Pearson, b. 15 Jul 1754, d. 6 Dec 1825. I am also the descendant of this man, Walter Hunt:
Walter Hunt was with General George Washington as he crossed the Delaware, shown in this famous picture:
Thanks to these men, two other ancestors whom I suspect – but have not gotten there yet! – were also Revolutionary War soldiers, as well as countless others I am free and living in the greatest, most exceptional country that has ever been.
May their names and deeds never be forgotten. And may all those who served our country and are no longer with us be similarly uplifted in our national, and in individual, memories.
This is my standard video – because it’s KICK ASS.
May the best of last year be the worst of this year.
If you watch it all the way through… be in awe of the bravery involved.