When the President’s wife mouthed those immortal words last September 11, she revealed a flaw in all of us that has to be addressed if we are to survive as a nation. Somehow we failed to pass on what, exactly, that flag represents. You could also see the selection of flags and get your own.
It’s more than mere cloth. It’s a symbol of a nation, a people who came together from all over the planet Earth to one continent to forge a place where we could all live together in freedom. A place people sneak IN to, not out of. An imperfect place, as all things created by man tend to be, but we’re trying, and we fight to keep those freedoms again and again.
Many have died over the years in that fight to maintain our freedom, and today, we remember them. Our friends, family, neighbors, who were killed over the years in various battles from the microscopic: the roadside IED and ambush, to the gargantuan: the D-Day landings in Normandy, France or Battle for Iwo Jima. We remember them all.
We remember them not with pity, but gratitude. They didn’t die for some “imperial hegemony” or dictatorship: they died to keep this a free country, and likely are dying today as I write this, as they did on Memorial Day in 2009.
They died for each other, and they died for us, and today, we remember them.
We remember, Michelle. We remember…