Remember

A little poem I wrote called 

"Remember"

 It's a calm, clear, bright and windy night.

Nothing seems wrong, it all seems so right.

Around the world, there is plenty of fear.

But not in America, there is none of that here.

Land of the free, home of the brave

Number one in the world

The one who guards and who saves.

For freedom we fight, in the darkness a light

Dying for strangers, by day and by night.

 Now some disagree by the way that we live

For freedom is a thing, that they simply don't give.

Rules and stipulations on women and child

Harsh and horrid punishments, ever so wild.

Religion is no choice, jihad or death

All convert now, or else, final rest.

These very ideals, are the ones that we fight.

The very ideals, made to cause so much fright,

They were played out that morning, in the form of a flight.

 That fateful morning, on September Eleven

The country was changed, many saw heaven.

It shook us, and took us, to a fearful state

"This can not be happening",  "this can't be our fate".

Now we must rise up and rebuild, our United States.

 Many had died, many gave all,

For those in the towers, that once stood so tall.

The point I want to get, is simple and true.

For those of 9/11

We Will Never Forget You.

An Independence Hangover

 In the wake of the greatest day in American history, 238 years sure have changed a lot. I can't help but notice the common trends of every "4th" in the nineteen years I have been alive. For me, it has always been celebrating my freedom and appreciating those who placed that freedom in my life (along with blowing stuff up). This would seem to be a typical review of an Independence celebration, until you look closer and think harder. 

 As I continued my daily brain-numbing Facebook meandering, I noticed all of the "drunk photos" or "post party videos". Now granted, you have to expect red blooded Americans to celebrate the day that allows them to celebrate, but are we losing focus of what we are celebrating? 

 As a society based on freedom, all you have to do is turn on the T.V. to see a "right" being attacked. Constantly someone, somewhere is on the verge of losing a freedom.  Why do we all of the sudden forget about this on the "4th", the day devoted to recognizing freedom, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?

 I, for one, love: my God, my bible, and my gun. And I will not let anyone take these from me. So why are we losing sight of this on the "4th"? I propose that we as American citizens, citizens of the greatest nation on earth, change this.

 Spend less time getting "turnt up" or "sloshed" or whatever you want to label it, and spend more time realizing why we have this day. Remember the thousands of people who died for this day. Died for you to have another reason to get drunk and party. Use this day to celebrate your freedom, not take advantage of it. And remember every day that Freedom is not Free.