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Independence Day in Mid America. Flags flying high. Military men march in column form. Old Glory foremost. "Yo Left yo right yo left. Right-turn...Harch!" New ribbons hang from old uniforms. Aged chests still swell with pride. They have been to hell and back, just so you and I can slouch, rank and file, and watch them pass. Did you stand and remove cover, place it over your heart, when the man said, "let us pray. Remain on your feet for "'Oh say can you see...'" Were you too busy, chatting and chuckling, thinking of fireworks, backyard bar-b-que, and beer...rivers of beer, glorious beer, to remember your country. Wow it's a long weekend. No work for four days. NASCAR Saturday night, NBC and lap- by-lap replay. Thank God for: The Soldier, Marine, Airman, and Seaman too. For 229 years, they went forth to do what God and Country would have them do, so your calendar can keep on bringing 4th of July to you.
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