My dad was a great American (though not a famous one), a loyal son, husband, father, and patriot. When the U.S. entered World War II in 1941, he was a 36 year old newlywed. He did not hesitate to enlist in the U.S. army where he rose to the rank of captain.
Until his death at 99, Dad proudly flew the American flag from his front porch every day, not just on holidays. He proudly wore the red, white and blue and sometimes a tie that played the tune “God Bless America.” He respected the flag and honored what it stood for.
On this 4th of July as we celebrate our freedoms, let us remember the words of an unknown author: It is easy to take liberty for granted, when you have never had it taken from you.
In God we trust!