I Am An American

As the hamburgers and ribs are cooking, it's my turn to make a toast, and I raise my paper cup, to toast this great country that was born two hundred and fifty years ago.

My Father fought in World War Two and my son fought in Desert Storm, and he wrote home to me, "Whether the tears are Iraqi or American, they all look the same." He came home with post traumatic stress syndrome. In school they teach you about war in American History, and they say we escaped taxation without representation. Then why are we angry all the time? Why do we drop bombs on other nations? Why are we killing one another?

Yet we are free to ask these questions, in other countries we are not, I don't think I understand that either. What is wrong with the world?

I pray for peace and understanding, my husband of thirty seven years, is retired Air Force, and I have enjoyed the benefits of his service to this great country,

Through the 250 years, since America has been founded, I love this Country, and I enjoyed living the American Dream. Through the Straits of Hormuz, to the Bill Clinton Scandal, to the slaves that Abraham Lincoln freed, I have lived through it, and still think that I live in the greatest country in the world.

FOR I AM AN AMERICAN

For Lana's Fourth of July Toast.........................