I hate to give up my age but I was a teenager during the Vietnam war era. My draft lottery number was 51. I would have been required to report for service but I had just started college and got a deferment. As things turned out, the war ended before my deferments ran out and I dodged the bullet, so to speak. But I had and lost a number of friends who served in Vietnam. Those who made it home were often wounded and almost always scarred in some way. At that time, I was too young and immature to fully recognize how much they sacrificed for the rest of us, but not so much that I couldn’t recognize the travesty of a nation that disrespected its veterans.
Here's To Courage, to Freedom, and to Hope!
I love our country. I love all of the good things our country stands for, and I'm grateful that our founding fathers had the courage to stand up to King George III and demand our independence. The risk of being hanged for treason made their actions even more remarkable. I'm also grateful for their wisdom as they set up a form of government that was as revolutionary as the war they were fighting. It has served us pretty well over the years.