I was at my oldest daughters graduation last Saturday. (In Miami). The National Anthem was playing. A man was walking his daughter (She seemed about a year old.) up and down the stairs for no particular reason and making noise doing it.
I was at attention with my hand over my heart. (I usually salute but didn't this time for some reason.) I had enough of this man's disrespect and was getting ready to say something when...
...my son came walking down the stairs with his son, my grandson acting the same way. I was demoralized. I couldn't even speak. My son is a six year Iraqi vet... I am still not over this. The country is not the same. I really hurt to this day and I know I will for a long, long while.
I've failed in many things but this hurt more than all of them other than my children not being as close to God as I hoped and tried to influence. I am not sure if anyone can know my love for this country and the failure I have felt since this day.
I was at attention with my hand over my heart. (I usually salute but didn't this time for some reason.) I had enough of this man's disrespect and was getting ready to say something when...
...my son came walking down the stairs with his son, my grandson acting the same way. I was demoralized. I couldn't even speak. My son is a six year Iraqi vet... I am still not over this. The country is not the same. I really hurt to this day and I know I will for a long, long while.
I've failed in many things but this hurt more than all of them other than my children not being as close to God as I hoped and tried to influence. I am not sure if anyone can know my love for this country and the failure I have felt since this day.