I grew up in an Air Force town.
All my Independence Day memories are steeped in the sound of jets, Lee Greenwood, and the indelible swell of pride in my chest...the lump in my throat that is the raising of our flag.
It's how I was brought up, it's how I want to remain.
I may not like everything that is happening TO my country, right now...but, I believe in its precepts with all my heart. I believe they are worth fighting for...and, yes...even dying for.
I may not have any faith in the government, but my faith in this country and its people WILL NEVER BE SHAKEN.
The people upon whose backs this country was built...the people upon whose resolve this country will remain great.
The people who make up the reasons why the greedy may be able to dismantle some of the luxuries we enjoy...but, will never be able to dismantle the spirit of the ones whose voices are praying around their dinner table every night...the ones who go about their daily business with integrity and purpose. The ones who will be able to press on, though all around them be destroyed.
We are the pilgrims, the pioneers, the explorers, the miners, the farmers, the innovators...the seekers.
We may not have the polish and luster, we may have sweat dripping from our brow and dirt underneath our fingernails...but, we are who they will crawl to when their illusions finally come crashing down around them.
We ARE this country. This country is US.
I am a patriot.