((What I’ve composed below is written on behalf of the more than 1 million Americans whose lives were cut short on behalf of a nation that has forgotten what was worth fighting for in the first place. It’s not enough to mouth the cliché that we owe them a debt we can never repay. On Memorial Day we should be asking what we are doing as a nation to at least try to be worthy of the price they paid. Click the image below to enlarge.))
“As I look down upon the land I loved, I wonder why I allowed my time in it to be cut short, serving her in faraway places.
I fought against those who would gladly destroy my home, only to see my countrymen now refuse to secure our own borders.
I defended a nation, only to see “nationalism” become a dirty word, scorned by those who enjoy America’s opportunities while insisting there is nothing special about her.
I tried to live a life of honor and courage, only to see such virtues mocked by those I gave my life to defend.
I lost my life while a part of something greater than myself, only to find Americans are now all about self.
I offered the chance for freedom to others, only to see my countrymen reject it at home, preferring instead the bondage of government provision and direction.
I died so that America might steer a higher course than most of this screwed up world, only to find it’s now determined to be fully absorbed into it.
What was I thinking?”