http://classblogmeister.com/blog.php?blogger_id=206326 en-us 2013-05-21T16:36:06-05:00 hourly 1 2000-01-01T12:00+00:00 http://classblogmeister.com/blog.php?blog_id=940881 The old man’s smile got bigger. “Yes, but do you know what Independence Day is all about?” he asked. I lifted my head and answered, “Well, sir, isn’t it all about having fun with your family and watching firecrackers? Isn’t that why we celebrate it?” but the old man didn’t answer. He just sat there, smiling his usual smile. I was beginning to think he was quite odd. “No, my dear child,” he explained. “it isn’t even close to that meaning. Come. I’ll show you.” He offered me a wrinkled hand. I hesitated for a minute, and then, I grabbed it. His skin felt like the leathery skin of an elephant. He led me into a taxi and we stopped at the granite wall. “My dear child,” she spoke. “All these people died, for our freedom. That is a special sacrifice to make” I looked up at him. “sir, is that what independence day is all about?” I asked. He smiled again. “No, it is only the half of it. The other half awaits.” He led me back to the taxi, and we stopped at the Historic Flags Museum. We ventured inside, and finally the man spoke in a quavering voice, ”Ah, there she is,” I looked and saw the beautiful, the proud Old Glory. “Isn’t she a beauty?” the old man asked. He had large crystal tears falling from his shining blue eyes. “she was built when our war for freedom was on. The Britain tried their best to knock her down,” he took a break to blow his nose. “she stayed up for us all. For our freedom we live through today.” He looked at at me. Memories flowed through his eyes like a swirling lake of hope. “and that, my dear child, is what independence day is all about. For all the people who fought, and some died, for our freedom today. Pray and thank those who’s names are engraved on the wall, America’s heroes.” He sighed. “the people who gave us the name, ‘ the land of the free, the home of the brave.” He blew his nose again, sniffed, and left me stranded in the museum independence day night. And I understood. For the love of our country, people fought. I walked homw, ready to tell the other kids at the orphanage what I had just heard.
And that is the end of my tale. I am long gone and dead now, but as I grew up, I was very proud of my home. America: land of the free, home of the brave.
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