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I want you to close your eyes and
picture
in your mind the soldier at
Valley Forge, as he holds
his
musket in his bloody hands.
He stands barefoot in the snow,
starved from
lack of food, wounded
from months of battle and emotionally
scarred
from the eternity away
from his family surrounded by nothing
but
death and carnage of war.
He stands tough, with fire in his
eyes
and victory on his breath. He
looks at us now in anger and
disgust
and tells us this...
I gave you a birthright of
freedom
born in the Constitution and now
your children graduate too
illiterate
to read it. I fought in the
snow barefoot to give you the
freedom
to vote and you stay at home
because it rains.
I
left my family destitute to give you
the freedom of speech and
you
remain silent on critical issues,
because it might be bad for
business.
I
orphaned my children to give you
a government to serve you and
it
has stolen democracy from the people.
It's the soldier not the reporter who gives
you the
freedom of the press.
It's the soldier not the poet
who
gives you the freedom of speech.
It's the soldier not the campus organizer
who allows
you to demonstrate.
It's the soldier who salutes the flag,
serves the
flag, whose coffin
is draped with the flag that allows
the protester
to burn the flag!!!
"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands.
Protect
them as they
protect us. Bless them and their families
for the
selfless acts they
perform for us in our time of need.
Amen."