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Proud American

We are all mourning the loss of our soldiers killed in Afghanistan, 11 Marines, 1 Army, and 1 Navy member. I am so very sorry to their families for their loss. They are hero’s who made a sacrifice for the escape of 117,000 or more people who were fleeing the rule of the Taliban. We will not forget them. I am proud of the honor shown by our US military and how they have defended and protected the innocent and persecuted with their lives. Our military, their families, and political leaders are in my prayers daily.

I have several dear friends who serve in the US military. My father and brother were soldiers. I fear for my friends’ children, brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers; who are in the field of battle. I thank them, and every time I see someone who has served our country as a soldier or first responder, I respect them and thank them for their service with a heart full of genuine gratitude.

Anyone who truly knows me (not a Facebook or Instagram “friend” but someone who spends time with me and knows me on a deeper level than the pages of social media) knows that when I see the American flag, my heart swells with pride. American soil is the soil I was born on; I am undeniably American. No, I am not proud of the way other countries view the stupidity of our damaging behavior by ignoring science, the way we as a country have mismanaged a deadly COVID virus and made it political. As a mom, I get angry or disagree with my children, but I don’t love them any less, and we still belong to each other. In that same way, I get angry with my country and disagree, yet I am still a loyal American. Because people have fought for our freedom of speech, I have the right to voice my disgust at times. I can write my story and not be censored or persecuted. I have plenty of friends whose political views do not align with mine, but on my honor, because of their opinions, I would never wish them Ill will or send them an invitation to leave our free country by saying, “don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.” Shame on you (you know who you are. I will be choosier with who I give my time and attention to).

Though I don’t feel the need for a gun, I wouldn’t shame someone who carries one. My sweet brother is a huge fan of guns, and having used firearms of all kinds myself; I’m a very accurate marksman (woman). The US soldiers who have died over 100’s of years gave us the right to choose whether to pack heat or not. Also, I’m not ashamed to say we have struggled financially over the years, and because of the support of friends, family, and the nature of the ability to thrive and grow in free America, we have bounced back. I am thankful that we are a capitalist country that leads the global economy; this has allowed my family not only to prosper but also to pay it forward. So in case, you’re wondering, there are several reasons I am a proud American.

Is our country perfect? No. That’s why we keep fighting against evil, for change, safety, health, equality, our environment, and our children. My close and true friends and family know me and know my heart and would have read between the lines in my previous story where I am venting my frustration over the messed up situation of Covid in the US. We’re all frustrated over one thing or another. We live in a giant melting pot of varied beliefs, lifestyles, emotions, and behavior. We live in America, the land where we express ourselves freely because our honorable soldiers fight and protect that right. We would celebrate them by drawing a line in the sand and looking at each other with peace and compassion, despite and because of our differences.

I salute to the heavens and fall to my knees in prayer for those who protect us daily and have given their lives for us. Maybe someday we will all open our minds and hearts to each other and show each other respect. We will protect each other selflessly, and we will honor our neighbors because we can share our lives and freedom as the angels of heaven look down upon us. God Bless America.