Oh, Say, Can You See…

Published: Friday, July 5, 2013 at 08:24 AM.

History well records what those men did. They got up off the cold ground, wrapped some rags around their bleeding feet and marched out to meet the enemy. They fought like the fate of a nation rested in their hands.

I wish this Fourth of July I could transport back to the little town square of my youth in McKenzie, Tennessee. I stood beside my ram rod straight Father as the flag passed by and waited impatiently until I could move again. He had his hand over his heart and tears in his eyes. I just wanted the parade “to get over with” so I could get to the barbeque and baked beans.

Dad understood those men at Bunker Hill. And at Valley Forge. He’d seen the fire from the enemy. He’d stood in the gap for this nation. I would love to tell him, “I’ve got it now, Dad.”  

It’s high time we all did!

 

Respectfully,

 



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