I’m a spirited, passionate American. I love my country and I stand by the men and women who defend it.
My grandfather was a decorated USMC Gunnery Sergeant in WWII and Korea. He received a Purple Heart and a Bronze Star; he made it home–the metal plate in his head compliments of Dept of Navy were the result of a shrapnel hit. I looked up to my grandfather albeit, he never, never talked about the wars. I admired who he was and what he represented. I knew patriotism at a young age, I was lucky.
I was born during the summer of love; when the country thought the war in Vietnam was going to be coming to an end. Early the next year Nixon surprised the world by telling them that we had fresh boots on the ground in Cambodia. Our involvement was not only expanding, the draft was to be reinstated as well.
From Washington and San Francisco to Kent State University the country had become a state of protest. College students being at the forefront of the uprisings, and rightly so–it would be their draft cards being pulled. I may have only been a baby in 1970 but something was in the air–it was a time like no other and I am a product of that. I believe the fire I posses is a result of the era I was born and the family I was born into, Nature and Nurture.
I don’t always agree with the wars we find ourselves in, but I’ll never turn my back on the brave men and women who answer the call of the clarion and ran towards the battle cries
Read more: Summer of ’69