am well aware of the toil, and blood, and treasure, that it will cost us to maintain this declaration, and support and defend these states. Yet, through all the gloom, I can see the rays of light and glory; I can see that the end is more than worth all the means, and that posterity will triumph. John Adams letter to Abigail Adams, July 3, 1776
Tomorrow is the 4th of July. My ‘orders’ from my trusted wingman and business associate John Harrington is to relax. I plan on doing so.
But when I look up into the sky and see the fireworks, I won’t relax. I can never relax. And neither should you.
For while the fireworks are dazzling and beautiful to the eye, what they symbolize is far from that. They symbolize the ‘rockets red glare and bombs bursting in air’ as Americans fought for our freedom. They symbolize sacrifice. They symbolize those who stood up for principles…who didn’t shirk from their responsibility – their DUTY – to fight for what is right.
These were real wingmen, without which we would not be able to enjoy what freedoms we have today. Do you think the average terrorist knows how much blood was spent to bring America the ‘spoils’ it so rightly enjoys today?
Here’s the real tragedy – many Americans don’t even know (or appreciate) what our forefathers endeared to allow us to sit by a pool with a beer and our friends…in peace. We curse America as we feverishly consume its riches.
Where has patriotism gone in America? It saddens me.
We’ve lost touch with what the stars and stripes mean. It’s not greed – it’s a gift. It’s not sin – it’s sacrifice. It’s a reminder that freedom is never free. And as the doors of America are flooded with immigrants clawing their way into this country, let’s not forget how truly blessed we are.
If you don’t believe the words above, then please remove yourself from this newsletter. For you’ll never grasp the concept of the wingman. The concept that says, “I AM HERE FOR YOU WHEN YOU CALL OUT FOR HELP. PREPARED, READY TO SERVE, COMPASSIONATE, I WILL STEP UP AND DO WHAT IS RIGHT!
When I look up at the fireworks, I will gaze beyond to the stars and say a prayer for those who gave and those who currently give…in and out of uniform. Folks like you and me. Free Americans.
I hope you’ll join me.
PUSH IT UP!®