Happy Birthday USA! So Proud to Be American

This is definitely a different time in our history. Parades and Fireworks and all the usual fanfare is not possible this year. It’s very sad. I’m even more saddened by the decision of our little town of Kernersville to allow events as long as they are called Protests. 

A few weeks ago, on Flag Day, Winston Salem welcomed a celebration sponsored by several veteran groups. The Sheriff attended as well as other officials, including me.

When organizers approached the Town of Kernersville about having a similar “Celebration” with speakers to honor the Independence Day holiday, they were told it had to be called a “Protest”. Imagine that. It’s okay to gather in groups as long as it’s a protest but not a celebration. I never thought I would see the day that our town became so politically correct that it mattered what gatherings were called in order to be permitted. Thanks, but NO THANKS. I will not participate in a protest on our Nation’s Birthday.

I’m proud to be an American. When I see that glorious flag wave, hear the Star Spangled Banner or American the Beautiful, I reach for the Kleenex or secure the nearest water pail. Words like independence, liberty and freedom make my blood stir. Reading the Federalist Papers, The Declaration of Independence, The Constitution and speeches made by our Founding Fathers makes the hair on my arms stand up and salute.

I’m proud to be an American and celebrate those courageous citizens who came before me. I celebrate those who traveled across the country in covered wagons, beating all the odds to settle our prairies, clear the land and establish their dreams. I marvel at those who established our cities, built factories and established law and order in communities so that we might live as we do today. I am humbled by those courageous Americans who paid the ultimate price for my freedom. We all know that freedom has never been free and ours was bought with the blood of others. I am thankful for those who came to our shores full of hope and ambition and, against all odds, made a better life for themselves and their families in the name of freedom.

I am proud to be an American and to know that our country is the envy of the world and that God has blessed us beyond measure. When I look at the Statue of Liberty and read, “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free”, I am reminded of those who peered upon her symbolism, as they arrived on our shore, and wept with joy at the hopefulness and the pride they felt.

I am proud to be an American, plain and simple, and I need no hyphenated description. As Americans, we come in all colors, we have no official religion and we have no rulers. Our freedom is our most precious commodity, and our birthright, and we still have brave Americans standing on our shores ready to defend those freedoms. These are true American heroes. We can’t all be heroes. Some of us have to sit alongside on the curb and clap and wave as they go by; otherwise, they may never know how much we appreciate them. Today, especially, I honor each of these heroes.

I am proud to be an American and to celebrate America’s uniqueness as well as her greatness. I believe there are few handicaps that faith and freedom can’t overcome. I believe that America is a land of unparalleled opportunity.

I’m proud to be an American even though we’re not perfect and our society needs lots of improvements. There is no utopia on earth. We have to wait for Heaven to experience that joy but America is pretty darn close. Compared to all other societies on earth, even with all her warts, America is still the greatest country in the world. To borrow a line from a famous song, “There ain’t no doubt I love this land. God Bless the USA.”