Monday, July 06, 2009

Mourning the Wrong People

What is it with the people of the U.S.? People mourn over those who've sacrificed little or nothing for this country. Why don't people pay money to mourn a soldier who gave his all for us in Iraq? Why don't people build memorials to a medic who died in Afghanistan caring for a sick kid? Why don't people call all their friends and lament when a journalist is captured and beheaded by sickos who call themselves righteous, when in fact they are evil and twisted.

Why? Because people in this country take for granted all the freedoms they have! They believe they deserve the right to say what they want, work where they want, get medical care anytime they want, listen to the music they want, buy any house they want, vote for whoever they want, and on and on and on. What they don't realize is someone else paid a price for them to do that. Many someones. Those people who paid that price are other people's grandfathers, fathers, sons, uncles, brothers, grandmothers, mothers, daughters, aunts & sisters. Many of those family DON'T take for granted what they have.

People need to be thankful for those freedoms. They need to mourn those who gave that freedom to them. Mourn those soldiers at Valley Forge, Fort Sumpter, Gettysburg and Shiloh, in the trenches of France, at Omaha Beach, Pointe Du Hoc and Cabanatuan, at the Chosin Valley, in the jungles of Vietnam, on the air fields of Grenada, on the streets of Panama, in the slums of Mogadishu, along the roads of Iraq & the mountains of Afghanistan. Mourn those who sacrificed life, limbs, sight, hearing, minds and futures. This country doesn't need a day or two to remember them, we need to take a week, a month or a year to remember the countless soldiers who sacrificed entire generations of descendants just so you can waste your time fretting over just another man who made music.

We need to remember the important people. They aren't in Hollywood and Motown or the recording studio. The people I'd pay money to mourn have little crosses on the hills of Normandy or at Arlington. THAT'S who I'd pay to mourn.

Never forget!

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