I Love My Country

Several weeks now, at the weekly varsity football game, I've had these little funny feelings - you know, the kind you get when something touches your heart. Well, tonight, it happened again.

Each night, they have a moment of silence, and then comes the raising of the flag, as the band plays. And, as I stand there, gazing at that flag, I realize we live in a land of freedoms, a country unlike any other. That 'feeling' of love rises within me, and tears fill my eyes. I've been to football games all my life, but this year, it's been more special, as we stand for that moment of raising the flag. So many things have hit America in the last few years - 9-11 with the falling of the Twin Towers and the Pentagon, and the other plane going down; the hurricane that hit the South coast of Alabama, Mississippi, and Louisiana. And, now, we sit here waiting to see the devastation that Hurricane Rita is surely to present us.

So, tonight, once again standing to watch that flag go up on the pole, I felt the sudden surge of feelings for my country. I wanted to tell everyone how blessed we are to be Americans. How blessed we are to be able to be in that stadium with no threat of terrorism. It might not sound like a big deal to many, but, as you grow older and wiser, things such as this matter, especially as we see our rights and freedoms slowly being taken away. One of these days, who knows, that one person, intent on removing the flag from the flagpole during the football games, may come. I've learned you never say never!

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