Because this year, it’s not just about the fireworks.
They marched. With soaked boots, cold feet, torn BDU’s, they marched.
Today we remember them with “Happy Independence Day!” & colorful flying lights. Today we remember them with patriotic shirts from Old Navy & little American Flags from the dollar store. Today we remember them with parades & horses painted like flags & candy tossed to children. Today we remember them with BBQ’s & potato salad & "hey, thanks for serving."
But tomorrow we will forget.
If not for the monuments, the erected towers in bronze & shined marble.
If not for the statues cast in iron for the generations to see.
Lest we forget.
Lest we forget that marching legs once belonged to little boys, loved by their mother’s & father’s. Lest we forget that those soaked boots were once warm & dry, roasting by Christmas fireplaces & rubbing against wives with blooming bellies. Lest we forget that those torn BDU’s were once blue denim overalls & polyester work uniform’s & canvas pants splattered with paint. Lest we forget that those guns they carried were once stethoscopes & paintbrushes, steering wheels, & leather bridles.
Lest we forget that they still pack their bags.
They still march.
They still die.
They die for us, lest we forget.
Happy Indepedence Day...
may your hearts be filled with gratitude for those who have loved, lost, & fought to make our July 4th Independent.