The fourth is almost over and while the pride I feel in being an American should ebb and flow by midnight, I have to admit it never does.
Yes, the fourth has deep meaning to me, but every day I'm free. Every day I wake up knowing I'm free to speak my mind, read what I want to read, worship as I choose to or not choose to.
I love the movie 1776. First for it's musical ability to capture the emotions of that moment in time, but at the end of the movie as the chamberlain climbs the stairs to ring the bell and as each bell tolls, these men from the country and the cities, who saw fit to step thru the door of the unknown, sign their names to a document that would shatter and shape the world.
It is a moment I feel deeply every time.
Imagine being one of those men and KNOWING that this moment you have changed the course of history. Nothing will be rhe same.
Of course we remember that moment as the fourth, although it was the second of July.
But what happened on the fifth? On the 23rd, on august 11th? Did those men of history feel any less because the date changed.
I'll wake up tomorrow and be proud to be an American. I'll still be thankful for my freedoms and still be furious at those who would take them from me or lessen their importance.
I'll still be protective of the memories of those who fought for what some take for granted and I'll still be ready to tell anyone why.