May we remember the price for Independence

Mildred Higgins
Mildred Higgins

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.