Always Remember

Some yawn and roll over in our comfortable beds, pulling up our Ralph Lauren sheets at the prosaic mention of the brave band of Pilgrims who crossed the choppy Atlantic in the creaking Mayflower, slept in sea-soaked beds, swallowed their fears, and buried 51 stalwart men after the their first year in the New World. We magnify our material luxuries as we set the bounty of our perfect Thanksgiving tables while the bells of freedom ring and ring and ring across the land—the land our forefathers only saw in their dreams. My reverent hearts stops to ponder such sacrifices, such resplendent vision this day, and to say, “Thank you. Thank you.” Always. Remember.

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