Posted by
Cyber Pastor on Sunday, May 27, 2007 1:14:15 PM
Submitted by Liberty Card
Memorial Day always reminds me of my adopted father.
He was the 10th of 10 children, and the only one of the brothers who joined the Marines when WWII started.
He was a humble man, and never spoke of how he earned his Silver Star or his Purple Heart, but at family gatherings, cousins would always whisper about him. My dad was a hero, he fought the Japanese on an Island called Tulagi.
He earned more than medals there, he also contracted malaria, which ended the war for him.
He taught me that this was the greatest nation on earth. We were heroes to the world, freeing untold millions from oppression and strife. He taught me to always be proud, and to never allow our nation, our people, or our flag to be sullied.
He drowned in a boating accident when I was 9, but he words stayed with me, and nothing I've seen in this land has caused me to believe that my dad was wrong about America.
People may say otherwise, but our accomplishments and our willingness to stand up to bullies belies their words.
God has blessed America. Let us give Him thanks, and pray that His blessings continue to rain down upon us.
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Cheers!