So much to say, and not nearly eloquent enough to put into words. So I will just ramble along as I am wont to do. It seems to work most of the time.
As I have traveled over the world, I have been pleasantly surprised by the respect people have for our holiday. Sure, Germans all thought we had cowboy boots and Stetsons and lived like Dallas, (didn’t help that Hubby did have a Stetson and cowboy boots, either), but they understood how important, and how vital our Revolution was. In Crete, a lady at a local shop sold beautiful handmade rugs, of which several were done in an American motif (not exactly a flag, but rather the colors and the stars). She told me her dream was to visit the US, and I do hope she was able to do so. In Poland, Americans are welcome as long-lost brethren! We were told stories how once The Wall came down, the people began to basically overdose on our Western culture. There is not a single pottery maker who does not fashion his or her own American design, either. You walk into a bar identifying yourself as an American, and the vodka flows. And in Luxembourg… the men and women still thank you for what we did for them, and for what we stand for. As beautiful and as solemn as Normandy in places.
Every year, I am grateful that I have been so blessed as to be born an American citizen. Scores of people all over the world, some of them close friends, are still waiting patiently for the process towards citizenship to begin. I pray every day that the wheels turn a bit faster for them, because they know already what it means to be an American, and are willing to sacrifice for the chance at becoming one.
May y’all have a wonderful Independence Day and please, take some time to appreciate the sacrifices so many made for our country.
July 3rd, 2015 at 11:58 AM
July 3rd, 2015 at 6:11 PM
Like so many of our national days of remembrance….err “holidays”… I wonder how many take at least a few minutes to pause and reflect on what this particular day is really about.
I know it is easy for you to do so, as it is for me, and probably most folks who have spent time in the various branches of service. And for most who are from our parents generation…you know, the one which still had civics (and civic duty[s]) taught in school. Or at the very least were instructed by their parents or other members of their family about the history of their country and what the importance of it’s various holidays represent.
In any case, hope you and yours enjoy the day, and are lucky enough to see a few “bombs bursting in air” come the evening.