Every year, someone will complain that we’re losing sight of what this day means in the United States. Someone always complains about that sort of thing for a holiday.
So what is the spirit of Independence Day in this country? Is it a celebration of war? Is it a celebration of the military? Does grilling in the back yard somehow violate the struggle that many had to give us that freedom, and others later to keep it?
As I write this, I’m a few hours from hearing the sound of fireworks in the distance . . . the snap, crackle, and pop of freedom. If we take anything for granted this day, it’s this: that fireworks are fun. In some countries, people flinch at the sound of explosions just like those. The bursts of light and chemicals don’t herald entertainment, but instead promise terror. They don’t release pretty lights. They produce…
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