On the forth of July I blew the dust off my old High School American History book
And I reread the words to, The Declaration of Independence’, The Bill or Rights, and the
Preamble to the Constitution.
I believe the words stands as strong today and in the time it was written…. I pray it will
remain as strong in the future….generations.
I’m proud to live in America; I value my freedom yet I fear for the generations to come
as time is changing the value system and threatens our independence.
One day we might be very unhappy the out come as many follow and make choices with
out informing them selves of thinking about the future.
I never imagined not being able to safely walk the streets, and to be afraid to speak our
mind? To have the privilege to choose things we take for granted as our religion and the
right to worship the way we choose.
How long has it been since you read the Declaration of Independence’ or do you
remember when you were required to memorize the Preamble of the Constitution of the
United States? If you do not remember ask your self what you do know about the work
adopted by the Continental Congress, in Philadelphia, on July 4, 1776 not what you
gleaned for listening to others about our rights. Will you know the changes of basic rights
if they come and how they will apply to our daily existence? We the people the reason
for the Declaration of Independence might be very unhappy with the outcome unless we
inform our selves of our true rights….
Cadet Major Kelly Strong of Air Force Senior writes, Freedom is not free.
I watched the flag pass by one day, it fluttered in the breeze; a young Marine saluted it,
then he stood at ease. I looked at him in uniform, so young, so tall and proud: with hair
cut square and eyes alert, he’d stand out in any crowd. I thought how many men like him
have fallen through the years; how many died on foreign soil, how many mothers’ tears?
How many pilots shot down? How many died at sea? How many foxholes were
soldier’s graves: no freedom is not free. I heard the sound of taps one night and when
everything was still, I listened to the bugler play and felt a sudden chill. I wondered how
many times that taps said Amen when the flag draped a coffin of a brother or a friend, I
thought of all the children of friends, mothers and wives, of fathers, husbands and sons
with interrupted lives. I thought about graveyard, at the bottom of the sea, of unmarked
graves in Arlington; Freedom is not free.
Millie’s thought for today. On the 4th.of July I pray for our leaders to remember the price paid for our INDEPENDENCE.