We have reached the point in the year where we as Americans celebrate our independence. How do we do this you ask? By gathering with friends and family, watching parades and baseball games, eating barbecue and gazing at fireworks which dance across the night skies. Sorry if I wax a bit nostalgic, but I have good memories of the 4th of July doing exactly what I previously listed.
Being a band geek, we had to march in parades early in the morning before it got too hot and sticky. Then we would watch my little brother's little league games. Afterwards, or during depending on the schedule, we would gather with friends and family for grilling (I'll bring the potato salad!) where we would pig out on hamburgers, hot dogs and chips. After a full day of events, we would gather around the high school football field to watch the fireworks. Not impressive by big city standards, but still good nonetheless. Generally, we just tried to not poke each other in the eye with sparklers. Good times, good times.
I now find myself older, and hopefully wiser, and unfortunately more cynical. I hear Independence Day and I think of all the soldiers that are unable to be with their loved ones because they're overseas, either in a combat zone or not. I'm sure they're seeing fireworks they would rather not be seeing. I wish them the best, and pray for their safe return.
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