As I sit here on my couch and gaze outside at the beautiful spring morning, a mourning dove coos, my Snoopy flag wafts gently in the breeze, and my two cats drowse under my chair.
There is no gunfire erupting, no house-to-house combat, no tanks rolling down the street, no riots.
It is calm. Peaceful. Serene.
This is what freedom looks and sounds like.
And men and women fought and died so that I may enjoy it and live my life in such a way as I see fit.
To those who fell in service to their country, sacrificing their lives, I say, Thank you. I will never forget.
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