Many men lost their life. It wasnt given. They fought to keep it. The women and children, fathers and mothers, gave their loved ones to this nation. We were born of necessity, and of blood. Real blood. Wet, red, sticky, hot. Tears of pain and loss of comrads. Grief of wives and children never to be loved again, or seen to grow into men and women themselves.
Today, we celebrate the results of such sacrifice. That of these people, their strife was not in vain. We have victory. As you watch your fireworks tonight, let these explosions represent the fight, the brilliant colors, represent the spirit of the greatest americans to have lived, the smoke and the ashes speak for themselves. As you leave the area, you leave free.
When you walk away, your back to depart, keep in your mind, this isnt just a party. Its a reminder of who we are and how we got here. When you wake up in the morning, it will be a memory, just as the men and woman of wars past have become. Today, the very day you read this, and every day after, have been given to you by the brave. They did it for this nation. Its often said, but rarely does it sink in, what this nation is, that this nation is us. It is you, it is me. Make it worth it, as we may never be worthy. Dont waste it. Don't forget it. And always, pass it on.
