It is not about burgers and beer. It is about those who fought and died so you could enjoy a picnic on this day, or any other day.
They didn't have safe spaces. Microaggressions and trigger warnings? Nope. Did they fight their battles with hash tags? Never. And I'm pretty sure they knew which bathroom to use without some fool in Washington telling them.
When the country they loved was threatened or attacked, they lined up around the block to sign up. They did not burn our flag in protest, but carried it high and carried it proud with all the devotion and respect it deserves. They carried that symbol of our freedom into places that resembled Hell. And they fought, sometimes for an inch of ground at a time, because they believed America was worth fighting for.
Some came home to their families. Some came home in boxes. Some never came home at all.
They all have more than earned our respect and gratitude. And they all deserve to be remembered not only on this day, but every day.
God's Word of the Day, 3/22/18
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