When I was a little kid, my parents would take me to the Fourth of July parade in our town.
When the American flag would pass by, I would see these old men who had served in WWII and Korea salute and tears would be running down their faces. That seemed very strange to me at the time.
I went to many such parades over the years and then I joined the military myself and served for 20 years. I saw a lot of evil in the world and often thought of the creature comforts and freedoms my former high school buddies were enjoying while I was away.
When I retired, it was the month of June. No long after, I went to a Fourth of July parade, and when that flag went by, I'll be damned if I didn't choke up and it took everything I had not to bust into tears. That really caught me by surprise.
Not long after that, I was at a get-together at a friend's house and one of the other guests started complaining that the local 7-Eleven was out of cherry-flavored slurpee.
I almost bitch-slapped the guy. It took me a while to adjust to civilian life.
Then I started hearing political assholes equating "patriotism" to banning the burning of the flag. And how you must be a friend of the terrorists if you don't wear a flag pin or are against torture. These same pricks had magnetic yellow ribbons on their SUVs.
I felt terribly disappointed and betrayed.
I still do when I see how this idiocy and wrong-headedness has evolved.
America completely lost its mind after 9/11, and it still has not recovered. That's why I have the Charles MacKay quote in my signature.
My best friend from high school is now a sheriff's deputy in the Deep South. He has become a total jingoistic maniac. I hardly know him any more.