In the twilight of my life I really feel torn about the meaning of today. Last night for hours I could hear the sound of fireworks going off. I couldn’t help but think about how those sounds strike terror into the hearts and souls of some of the men and women who have served in combat zones. Those are memories that all too many struggle to leave behind.
This morning I started reading the many comments of people writing about the importance of this day. The irony did not escape me. So many people who want to celebrate freedom while holding their foot on other people’s necks.
I’ve served this country whenever I’ve been called upon to serve. In the twilight of my life if I’m honest I find myself asking why. Was it because I was blinded to the lie or was it because I believed that if I served her that would one day make her love me. In the twilight of my life I’m torn and confused about what this day means to me.
I think back to January 6th and how a mob attacked the capitol and how 6 months later far too many of us are content to pretend that it never happened. There’s a theme in how we like to remember things. We don’t like to memorialize the ugly parts of a story. We treat it like an inconvenient truth that we’d like to forget. Knowing the truths of who and what we really are makes today different for me. It doesn’t feel like a holiday. It feels like a clash of ideals with what really happened. I think about how much time we’ve spent lecturing other nations on right and wrong while turning a blind eye to our own feet of clay. I think too much.
Think!!
Eyes Wide 👀 Open!!!
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