I want you to close your eyes and picture in your mind the soldier at Valley
Forge, as he holds his musket in his bloody hands. He stands barefoot in the
snow, starved from lack of food, wounded from months of battle and emotionally
scarred from the eternity away from his family surrounded by nothing but death
and carnage of war. He stands though, with fire in his eyes and victory on
his breath. He looks at us now in anger and disgust and tells us this...
I gave you a birthright of freedom born in the Constitution and now your
children graduate too illiterate to read it.
I fought in the snow barefoot to give you the freedom to vote and you stay at
home because it rains!
I left my family destitute to give you the freedom of speech and you remain
silent on critical issues, because it might be bad for business.
I orphaned my children to give you a government to serve you and it has
stolen democracy from the people.
It's the soldier, not the reporter who gives you the freedom of the press.
It's the soldier, not the poet who gives you the freedom of speech.
It's the soldier, not the campus organizer who allows you to demonstrate.
It's the soldier, who salutes the flag, serves the flag, whose coffin is
draped with the flag that allows the protester to burn the flag!!!
"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us.
Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in
our time of need. Amen." |
