Happy 4th of July everyone!!
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So, you let an Italian starting the celebrations for the Independence day?! 
God bless the US of A! I am very proud that my two sons are American citizens.
edited to add: This morning, since my family is still in Italy, I left a note on my wife's Facebook page. It is dedicated to my children, Filippo and Niccolò.
I think it is always important to keep in mind what this Country was founded on.
"We hold these truths to be self-evident,
that all men are created equal,
that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights,
that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."
July 4, 1776
God bless the US of A! I am very proud that my two sons are American citizens.
edited to add: This morning, since my family is still in Italy, I left a note on my wife's Facebook page. It is dedicated to my children, Filippo and Niccolò.
I think it is always important to keep in mind what this Country was founded on.
"We hold these truths to be self-evident,
that all men are created equal,
that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights,
that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."
July 4, 1776
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I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
Happy and safe 4th
Kelly "Kip" Strong
ed4sp
<< <i>As much as I love our Country's doctrine I can't help but be inspired by what the Egyptians are doing today. Twice, in less than two years, their people have disposed tyrants. They seem to act and feel more free than our Country's sheeple.
ed4sp >>
It hasnt doesnt happen here..yet
<< <i>Everyone have a good one with safety in the forefront of everything you do. >>
Well said!
Best to all.
I knew it would happen.
Liberty: Parent of Science & Industry
<< <i>Gas1fan, I was expecting the flag in the Alabama sky...
Been raining since yesterday morning. So wet can't get a fuse to light
Take care. jws
"We hold these truths to be self-evident,
that all men are created equal,
that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights,
that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."
July 4, 1776 >>
"unalienable rights" are rights given by God, not man, not Government. Just to clear that up....Happy 4th!
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BACKBONES
It was backbones unwavering
That stood against a tyrant king
And made this land of which we sing,
From coast to coast with freedom ring.
In spite of doubts, hardships, and fears
Of dangers rife in hostile spheres,
Backbones in form of pioneers
Extended west our land’s frontiers.
And backbones joined in one accord
Stood firm against the Axis horde
Until victory we had scored
And peace unto our land restored.
Down through the years we’ve had unrest,
Divisions, strifes, and times depressed
But through them all our land was blessed
With backbones equal to each test.
But now I wonder in dismay,
When this land of ours I survey,
Where are the backbones of today?
Why are they fading fast away?
One answer comes, and one alone,
For why our land is spineless prone:
True backbones are all homegrown,
And love of home has all but flown;
And in most families of today,
With moms and dads too much away
In quest of wealth for mere display,
Backbones to lesser traits give way.
Home, in truest sense of the word,
Is where noble ways are stirred,
Where steadfastness is seen and heard,
Where right, not riches, is preferred,
And where is taught: though all else fail,
When foes or misfortunes assail,
All who of Heaven’s strength avail
Shall ever in the end prevail.
"Interest rates, the price of money, are the most important market. And, perversely, they’re the market that’s most manipulated by the Fed." - Doug Casey
<< <i>A poem by my dad:
BACKBONES
It was backbones unwavering
That stood against a tyrant king
And made this land of which we sing,
From coast to coast with freedom ring.
In spite of doubts, hardships, and fears
Of dangers rife in hostile spheres,
Backbones in form of pioneers
Extended west our land’s frontiers.
And backbones joined in one accord
Stood firm against the Axis horde
Until victory we had scored
And peace unto our land restored.
Down through the years we’ve had unrest,
Divisions, strifes, and times depressed
But through them all our land was blessed
With backbones equal to each test.
But now I wonder in dismay,
When this land of ours I survey,
Where are the backbones of today?
Why are they fading fast away?
One answer comes, and one alone,
For why our land is spineless prone:
True backbones are all homegrown,
And love of home has all but flown;
And in most families of today,
With moms and dads too much away
In quest of wealth for mere display,
Backbones to lesser traits give way.
Home, in truest sense of the word,
Is where noble ways are stirred,
Where steadfastness is seen and heard,
Where right, not riches, is preferred,
And where is taught: though all else fail,
When foes or misfortunes assail,
All who of Heaven’s strength avail
Shall ever in the end prevail. >>
Nice to see another poet.
Regards
Kelly "kip" Strong
Your daddy has a nice way with words!