Twenty-Five Years
It’s been 25 years and I remember it like it was yesterday, but I fear many have just moved on as if this was some kind of normal.
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More Than This
It’s time we stop pounding the air and fighting over everything. It’s time we sit down and learn to be grown ups again.
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250 Years of Blood, Sweat, and Tears
Two hundred and fifty years. That’s not a number you say quickly. Say it slow. And let it sink in. Two. Hundred. And. Fifty. Years. That’s 250 years of blood, sweat, and tears poured into an idea. The idea that a people could govern themselves, that liberty was worth the cost, that some things are…
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The Flag Was Never a Promise We’d Agree
There’s a moment that happens at every parade, every ballgame, every graveside service with a flag-draped casket where Americans who agree on almost nothing stand in the same posture, hand over heart, facing the same piece of cloth.
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The Price of Your Picnic
This weekend, grills will fire up, flags will wave, and kids will run through sprinklers while parents kick back with a cold drink. Memorial Day, for many Americans, has become synonymous with sunshine, burgers, and an extra day off. But behind the laughter and leisure lies a blood-stained history too sacred to ignore. It’s time…
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When Good & Evil Collide
Eighteen years ago the world was forever changed. It was a day that our modern generations will remember forever. You’ll know where you were when you first heard the news. You’ll remember the way our nation become truly one nation as intended. You’ll feel the overwhelming sense of patriotism course through your veins. You’ll pause…
