after almost two months of living hell, i stood before the american flag. i heard the national anthem, and felt thousands of eyes peering down from the stands. goose bumps covered my body, and tears engulfed my eyes. and for that moment i felt proud to be american.my hard work and sacrifice payed off.
i was now part of an elite team ready to sacrifice my life to protect our way of life. protect those who burn flags, protect those that say the word "nigger". protect those who wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning everyday to earn 5.15 an hour. protect the people who believe in america, and those who don't. protect all people indiscriminately.
but the truth is this. the blood that is shed out in the fields of battle, is red. always red. the exterior of an american is irrelevant to an enemy force. yet, we, black brown, white, red brothers and sisters are willing to to take the ultimate sacrifice, so the people back in the states have the right to turn this issue into a discussion.
the 1st amendment guarantees the freedom of speech. and flag burning is covered under that right. and as long as red blood is being shed to protect these rights, practice what you wish. but keep this in mind, there have daughters, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, sons, daughters who have sacrificed their lives in great wars. they were buried with a replica of old glory. and their flag draped casket was lowered 6 feet below surface. although the symbolic meaning might vary from person to person, remember change is imminant.
the flames of a burning flag represent the close of an era, and the begining of somthing new. i am all for reform. but i will never spit in the face of those who are no longer here. it's called respect.
so if you don't like the flag, that's cool. create your own and fly the shit out of it.
but i will always fly old glory on a brown stick. the backbone to the red white and blue!