yes...
In the 80's we had Rambo, as corny as it may sound but if you were alive and were part of that generation you woudl get it ....
But when you thought of a real true grit kinda of guy... Wayne was the first person you thought of...
We do not need athletes who are making 10's of millions a year to tell us they know how it feels to be an Average american with all its concerns, that money gives you a plan B in life most of us will never know about and a mind set we will never understand...these gusy will make more money in 365 days then any will ever make in 40 years of work ( 14,600 days )
I feel that we need to be placing more respect in the hands of the hard working,life risking, soldier fighting Americans of past and present and give them the respect they earned...and deserve!
I feel most like an American when i am standing in my small town during 4th of July watching the grand parents, moms & dads and children eating ice-cream clapping there hands and waving there American flags as fire fighters, policeman and war vets march by with smiles on their faces and fellow friends with tears in their eyes cause they know the sacrifice, pain and loss they endured to give us the freedom that soooo many of us take for granted everyday and never really stop to look, think and thank THOSE heros that allow us to have a 4th of July every year..
I used to think it was silly and just plain odd that people in small towns gathered several times a year to dance, march, sing, play and eat together. i never got it and just steared way from "local town folk"...then one day on my way to the beach i got caught in a a road block to wait for the annual parade to go by, well i sat up in my topless roof SUV and watched as the parade past by me. I got out of car and wondered to the curb and stood and watched closer and as these folks walked by me waving i found myself waving back and smiling...30 minutes later i walked back to my car and i sat and discovered i was one of those "local town folks". The more i sat and the more i thought about it, i began to cry and realized that everything about America and about being an American just paraded right past me and was always right there in front of me...
I never made it to the beach that day instead i went back home and changed my cloths and went back into town and ate, drank, talked and listened to the stories of some of the old, new and fresh faces of that town....the town i call home.
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