Monday, May 28, 2007

This is what it costs to keep us free

UGH! What is wrong with the people of this country? Is it so hard to take an hour out of your day to honor the people who gave you a privilege to have this day off from work? Is it so hard to stop what your doing to watch a parade honoring them? To walk down to the cemetery and listen to a program honoring them? I don't give a damn if you agree with the war or not, that's not what today is about. These people died so you could have the choice of honoring them or not. Is it so hard to listen to the list of people in the armed forces that died in the last year? To listen to speeches honoring the dead? To listen to Taps played to honor the dead? And why the hell can't you turn your cell phones off for 30 minutes? Is anything that important that you need to talk on them during this time.
My parents and I went to the cemetery after the parade (which was pathetic, by the way, is it so hard to donate your time to walk in a parade honoring the people that gave you your freedoms?), and my parents decided they had to go home before the program was over. What's so important they couldn't wait for 20 minutes you ask? I don't know, when I got home after the program, they were sitting on the front porch enjoying the weather.
The people in this country are so full of themselves that they don't realize what happened in the past to give them to opportunity to do what they want on this day, to give them a day off from work. It's fucking wrong.

Arlington by Trace Adkins

I never thought that this is where I'd settle down,
I thought I'd die an old man back in my hometown,
They gave me this plot of land, me and some other men, for a job well done,
There's a big white house sits on a hill just up the road,
The man inside he cried the day they brought me home,
They folded up a flag and told my mom and dad, we're proud of your son

And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property,
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company,
I'm thankful for those thankful for things I've done,
I can rest in peace, I'm one of the chosen ones,
I made it to Arlington

I remember daddy brought me here when I was eight,
We searched all day to find out where my granddad lay,
And when we finally found that cross,
He said, "Son this is what it cost to keep us free"
Now here I am, a thousand stones away from him,
He reconized me on the first day I came in,
And it gave me a chill when he clicked his heels, and saluted me.

And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property,
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company,
I'm thankful for those thankful for things I've done,
I can rest in peace, I'm one of the chosen ones,
I made it to Arlington

And everytime I hear twenty-one guns,
I know they brought another hero home to us

We're thankful for those thankful for the things we've done,
We can rest in peace, 'cause we are the chosen ones,
We made it to Arlington, yea dust to dust, don't cry for us,
We made it to Arlington

Because I can't say it any better, go here.

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