Before the night sky fills with brilliant colorful speckles eager to serenade the earth as they wize their way up cracking and poping against the calm, dancing their jig under the stars in an explosion of ohhs and ahhs, before the notes forming the ballads of the titans blast forth and out of hibernation from a cool steal lair by an anxious force of air turning breath into sounds demanding respect; we all stand up straighter at attention and give it to the only substance capable of uniting the whole country and silencing the pockets of protesters whaling incessantly about some gobeldy gook; Will you pause in between packing the beer coolers and shopping the mall and used car sales that have overrun this special day now forced to share with product placement ads 21st century style, pause to remember why you are able to participate in all of this plastic meaninglessness?
Through the noise knocking into the of eardrums of the crowd and sending its vibrations deep down into the soul effectively stirring distinctive but distant emotions forgotten and dusty slumbering within unused cells for the purpose of saving the memory of a primitive and powerful warrior self once existing solely for its own survival and thrill of the hunt. But this is an age where warriors are few, the definition having been boiled down into made up characters exploding in the allotted hour during prime time and glorified on the tele. While the real ones morph into everything every man secretly wishes he was -who american men try to impersonate by creating security systems in their home to convinces himself he’s doing everything he can to protect his family deep down knows their protection has nothing to do with his strength, it’s bigger than he, it is bigger than all of us living out our lives in a fantasy type existence in easy breazy land. This country knows it is nothing, nothing without these warroirs. Our thanks is evident in the moment a year we set aside to make a shout out to them – but our thanks is even more evident in this fact, while we go about in the privileges of the day made possible by them,
……they sleep under concrete skies wrapped in the black of the night where for many a slight breeze is all that touches them, to remind them that they are still alive,
Are these Warriors important enough to think upon between the beer and the beach? While they parade down streets will you take the time to talk to one and ask his story? Will you see the old Warriors, the broken , those who are forever changed and who’ve lost an innocence that only war can take away, will you be moved by what they do for you? This is their weekened this is their small thank you and the nation crashes into their honor in this celebration by featuring slashed product prices, apple pies and coolers of beer and a long weekend as reasons to rejoice.
Coddled citizens, so in love with fantasy and self interests some day Warriors will not be enough to protect all the petty little nuances packaged pretty and tightly into compartments containing various labeled freedoms; all the ridiculousness you hold soo dear…. Those victories you enjoy that let you do what you want in this country? They aren’t victories that you’ve won you can’t take any of it for yourself -you’d never have gotten as far as you have without them;
Warriors dripping red, blazing in glory, marching over ants flag in hand raised high for citizens sleeping cozy in their bed. Pray for them,let your voice become a participant of action reminding our govermnet not to disgard these, the champions who pay for that half ass luxururious position you’ve settled into safely high above the Masses-they pay for it all with their souls – honor Them, this easy breezy life we all live isn’t due credit to ourselves, honor and remember these Warriors, defender and protector of this our special and fragile USA
GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS GOD BLESS THE USA