I invite you to read a guest post from my friend, George L. Fisher, who is not only a great friend but also a great American! George is a Lt. Colonel in the Georgia Army National Guard and a veteran having served in Iraq. (My guess is that this piece may have been writing during one of his last deployments.)
It is people like George that love his country who we owe a debt of gratitude … Thank you George, from one very grateful American!
Most certainly what makes America special is her diverse culture of people,
her landmarks, and her “mountains majesty”.
To be sure, her history couldn’t be any more sacred had Moses written it on
For me it’s the sights, sounds, and smells, but It’s also everything I don’t
I know not where my patriotism flows over into my religious beliefs and vice
versa-God and Country–hand in glove.
It is the antithesis and cure to Homesickness. It is baseball, blue jeans,
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and the 1970 fastback Mustang. It is
barbecue grills, fresh-cut grass, and every family gathered to enjoy a home
cooked meal. It’s a crying little baby on Santa’s’ lap, a stadium full of
football fans in Athens in October, a wild Saturday night with friends and
Church on Sunday. It is a grandfather and grandson watching a F16 scream
overhead in full afterburner.
It is all those who serve our community and our Nation–the Scouts, the
Legionnaires, the VFW, the Vietnam Vets- It’s the Navy’s “Aye Aye”, The
Army’s “Hooah”, the Marines ” Semper Fi” and the Air Forces “Wild Blue
It is every John Wayne movie ever made, its Red Skelton reciting the Pledge
of Allegience, and is life as illustrated by Norman Rockwell and sung by Ray
It is… our nations Flag draped over a casket.
It is the greatest place on this Earth, Disneyworld notwithstanding.
I hold these truths to be self-evident, manifested in my bone marrow and in
my American hometown, Macon, Ga.