It is just passed midnight so it is officially the 4th. Seems all the world is asleep except me and it's probably a
good thing I don't have any fireworks. I would probably go outside and set 'em off. When people began rushing up in their pajamas and my phone began ringing, I guess I could just shrug and like Geraldine and say, "the devil made me do it!"
Oops, that's more looney bin ammo so I should scratch that idea for any future events. Still, it would be fun.
Instead of shooting off fireworks, I've decided to think about why we went to war. We learned in school it was because the British had done this or that. This is just silly and I no longer believe a word of it. Men don't go to war over tea or taxes or even tobacco and heaven knows - unfortunately - I love that stuff. For many years men here had lived in little towns far away from government control. They had lived in the wilderness where government control was essentially not possible. Our forefathers had gotten a taste of freedom and it tasted good. Real good!
They began to dream and men with eloquent words gave voice to those dreams. A movement began that was so powerful men freely entered into a life and death struggle against a force they could not possibly hope to defeat. But they hoped anyway because this freedom, this idea to live as they pleased, was to die for!
So tonight and tomorrow I don't need fireworks to celebrate the 4th. I will silently think about all those men and women, heroes and heroines, who took up arms or supported those who did and gave us a legacy that eventually spread throughout the world.
Happy 4th to all of you!