Yesterday, I watched the laying of the Wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, and then the visit to Arlington by our President. Listened to the speeches… and thoroughly enjoyed how many times President Trump mentioned God. If memory serves me correctly, Barack Obama didn’t go to Arlington his first presidential year; he had Biden do the traditional remembrance.
For the first time in over 8 years, Memorial Day felt like it was once again America’s special day. At least as far as the return of not only the “right” to honor our war dead, but more importantly, the feelings associated with such a solemn, sacred event were evoked, even encouraged. As always, the Left tried to be dismissive of our patriotism, but either I’m dreaming or it’s real; I sense their power over us is weakening.
The Flag now flies proudly, and lowered to half-staff when appropriate. We can sing our National Anthem, say the Pledge of Allegiance, and look people in the eye who would try to take it away. All it took was courage. Courage not only of one man, but many, all of us. That’s the reason why all those men and women died – so that we could continue to stand up against Evil. Had almost forgotten how – but we know, we have the means, and we have the heart.
Vassar’s important reminder word: “Gratitude” comes to mind. Gratitude that at least we’ve lived to see this day – when our country is finally back in the hands of a true American president and run by fellow patriotic Americans. The anti-Americanism of Obama, and the betrayal and decadence of the Clintons almost did us in, but we got another chance, and indeed, it makes me especially mindful of what this Memorial Day meant.
Flag picture credit: Charlie Clark