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What does it mean to be free?
To me it speaks of cost. You can find it in the polished buttons and starched collar of a military dress uniform. In an American flag draped casket of a fallen hero as he journeys home. In 12 gun salutes and fallen tears. In the changing of the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. In the Vietnam War Memorial and the 9/11 Memorial.
It also speaks of untold beauty. You can find it in We the people, and One Nation Under God. In sparklers and watermelon. It’s in the right to choose what you want to be; a doctor, a lawyer, a rodeo clown, and yes, even a writer. It’s in the freedom to follow you heart wherever it may lead, change your mind and follow it again. It’s in the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Don’t forget the cost when you are enjoying the beauty.