it makes me sad to hear some of you say that you're not proud to be Americans.
on new year's day, i had the privilege of spending a good chunk of time with my grandmother and some old family friends. alot of their conversation was spent reminiscing about WWII and their lives in the time surrounding. maybe some of us forget just how damn easy we have it today. i listened to their stories and felt humbled by what i heard. this man was just a young boy when my grandfather found him in germany. he was alone, the rest of his family killed in concentration camps. he traveled with my grandfather and the other soldiers and they kept him under their wings until the war was over. after the war, my grandparents still fought for his freedom. i've seen the letters written to, and the responses from, president truman. my grandmother still has the letters after all these years. eventually, he was granted his US citizenship and came to live with my grandparents and great grandparents. i know he would be thoroughly disgusted to hear people say they are ashamed to be Americans, and i am as well. there will always be great pride in my heart to be an American, knowing all the sacrifices made by those willing to defend our freedom.