|Flag at Fort Matanzas|
Patriotism is my grandfather who enlisted in the Navy when he was only 17 years old and lied about his age. He was supposed to have been shipped to Pearl Harbor but got sick and couldn't go. What would have happened if he did?
Patriotism is my 94 year old friend who fought in the Battle of Bastogne (i.e. Band of Brothers) and was part of the group who visited Hitler's palace. He's amazing and his life is so full. This man is still very sharp, funny, loving and the best storyteller you will ever meet. He is part of America's history.
Patriotism is my dad who served in Vietnam and never, ever talked about it. He was the most peaceful man I know and I'm sure that being in the war caused him a lot of conflict. This is one of the things I wish I would have asked him about when he was still alive. I so admire his loyalty.
Patriotism is my friend from high school who served in the Army and was killed in Afghanistan. He was special forces and was involved in things that we can't imagine. When he died, he left a wife, two children, many brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews, and a very proud mom and dad.
Patriotism is my cousin who served as a sniper in the Marine Corps. He enlisted at 18 years old as an insecure boy and after eight years became a kick-ass solider and an amazing man. When he hugs me, it actually hurts because he is so strong. His values about courage, freedom, duty and love of one's country are so very beautiful.
What does patriotism mean to you?
*I'm participating in the 2013 A to Z Challenge. Every day in April (except for Sundays) I will be posting according to a letter of the Alphabet. To read more about my theme, click here.