The love I have for my country is so deep and profound that it drives everything that I am. My belief in freedom and my willingness to do whatever it takes to defend my flag is second only to my belief in God. Yet there are times when I ask myself what the point is.
All these blogs, all these soldiers and veterans and people who understand what the price of freedom is - and yet the country is still clueless. The colleges and their anti-recruiters, the feminists and their sanctioning of killing our children, the constant head-in-the-sand syndrome about Islam and its followers. We're being invaded from the South, by people whose only goal is to have a "better life" by taking what is not theirs. We're being infiltrated by terrorists whose only wish is to see us all dead.
I spent some time in the mall the other day, and as I sat there eating with my husband and child, I couldn't help but look around me. Teenage girls walking around dressed like they're prostitutes, convinced that the world revolves around their tiny little group of boys and makeup and the latest fashions. Sullen-looking boys in gang colors, thinking the world owes them something; thinking that their involvement in guns or drugs or violence makes them someone. Well-dressed couples, chattering away on their respective cell phones, completely oblivious to their mate right next to them; like they have all the time in the world.
These people have no idea. They go about their lives without a thought in the world that in Iraq, right now, there is a soldier bleeding for them. Right as I type this, there is an officer trying to learn to walk again after having his legs blown off. There is a mother and father accepting the fact that their only son was killed by a terrorist before he reached his 21st birthday. There is a woman trying to make it on her own with two small children because her husband willingly and knowingly gave the ultimate gift to his fellow Americans - without a second thought. There is a little boy going to sleep tonight who will ask his mother to tell him about his daddy. There is a man who will live the rest of his life knowing that his best friend died a horrible, violent death - so he could live.