Memorial Day Weekend
We were in Iraq at Saddam’s summer house. There must have been about 500 troops there, and those of us who were on the tour. I don’t know what came over me. I must have been so moved by the presence of so many of our brave soldiers who were there serving our nation and protecting us.
All of a sudden I began to sing, “God Bless America.”
At first it was just me, but then people started to join in. Within a minute everybody in the house was singing that beautiful song.
I’m not sure if everybody was crying, but I know I was, as I am so proud of the men and women of our Armed Forces for their service, sacrifice, bravery and duty.
I served two years in the Army during World War II. My father, who was an Italian immigrant, told me and my four brothers that the United States is the greatest country in the world, and that we must do everything we can to keep it that way. He told us that we may even have to give our lives to this country. Now that’s a father telling his sons they may have to die protecting America!
I love this country, and hold our soldiers in the highest respect. Especially those who have paid the ultimate price.
Happy Memorial Day, America.