As I sit here in my shed with no plumbing business to attend to, I think of all the sacrifices of those who gave all. Yes, I'm shedding tears as I pound these thoughts into this blog while sitting on a rusty metal chair. I'll be grilling the venison in a bit while Delores will be baking the cherry pies. Every year we do this and I cry while she and the boys roll their eyes. Don't get me wrong. They know how serious Memorial Day weekend is, but they look at me cry while I give my speech about sacrificing. Boy, I wish I could ship those boys off to those wars, but Delores rebuffs my wishes. I think they could use the discipline because I'm always afraid that they can go on the drink at any minute.
But, this is Memorial Day weekend when we honor our fallen soldiers. Sure, the liberals say they honor them too, but actions are different from words. In an age when righteous militarism is being weakend and terrorists being let loose, I see a bunch of intellectuals willing to belittle the sacrifices of those fallen soldiers. So, I cry and I find myself crying more than ever because I see freedom dying right in front of me, I all of my hard work here not making much of a difference. But, I forge on with this crusade because I know that I'll be rewarded when I meet Baby Jesus and the Lord Almighty.
Liberalism, Secularism, Islamo-Fascism, Taxism, Communism, Socialism will all die one day. I know that from the bottom of my heart. So, I honor our fallen soldiers with my iced tea, venison, mashed potatoes, cherry pie, bad knees and a rusty chair in a leaky shed in Mississippi. As I gaze out the back window, I'm reminded of a time before I saw Jesus -- when nothing mattered to me and I cry.
Bill Orvis White