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A few years back, I was touring through the National Museum of the United States Air Force in Dayton, OH. Underneath the largest hanger, there sat the SR-71 Blackbird, a piece of Cold War era, cutting-edge technology largely unknown until just before its retirement. Standing in front of the sleek, radar-dodging behemoth was an old man wearing a hat indicating his soldierly service. I first noticed him when he was proudly having his picture taken in front of the bird. As I approached, I kept an eye on him. He must have noticed my attention. With a tear in his eye and a slight tremble in his voice, this octogenarian – and obviously proud veteran – though bent over by the weight of his many years, puffed out his chest as if at attention and exclaimed as he pointed to the retired plane, “That is the best damn plane ever built.”
The old soldier’s words are a far cry from the headline I saw earlier this week, “Americans Somber About Bush, U.S., Iraq.” Somber? What in the world do we have to be somber about? We live in the best country ever built. Ever.
Sure, our country has had its share of black eyes. We have committed our share of abuses in the name of freedom. We have made innumerable mistakes and looked awfully foolhardy at times. But, for goodness sake, this is the country that epitomizes freedom in our world today. It is America that has stood up for the downtrodden, whether they land on their shores or whether we need to go to theirs. Grit, guts, and glory ought not be viewed pejoratively; rather, they ought to reflect the dogged determination that is part of the humble fabric of this fine nation.
This is the country of apple pie and Grape Nuts. It is the country that birthed the sky-scraper and popularized the Frisbee. This nation made electricity a common commodity and gave rise to the mass production of the automobile. Visionaries here took flight – literally – on a whacky notion that man need not be bound by gravity. Pilgrims braved treacherous seas and starvation to found a place where people can freely exercise their religion without one being established upon them.
I am plain sick and tired of the poor-mouthing that has been going on in this nation for the better part of the last decade. One side of the political spectrum accuses the other of destroying a thriving economy; the other decries their opponent’s policies as laying a brick road to eternal poverty. Some base their power on a war, others create power by undermining one. Morality is defined by the expedient and ethics by the putrid breeze of popular culture. Even the poorest among us live lavishly in comparison to the orphan on the streets of Calcutta. Somber? Give me a break!
In 1940, Don Raye penned the lyrics to the folk song, “This is My Country.” In the second chorus, Raye emphatically recites, “This is my country! Land of my choice! This is my country! Hear my proud voice! I pledge thee my allegiance, America, the bold, For this is my country to have and to hold.”
It really comes down to that: will you have and hold your country? Is this land your choice? Can you sing, “What difference if I hail from North or South, Or from East or West, My heart is full of love for all of these. I only know I swell with pride and deep within my breast, I thrill to see old glory paint the breeze?”
The choice is yours. Go somber or go proud. This is MY country.
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