I have not forgotten you or what you mean to me. I have not forgotten the dignity that waves in your stars and stripes. I have not forgotten your losses or your gains.
I have not forgotten the damage we have sustained by our own mistakes as a society and as a government. I have not forgotten the land, which I love, or those who have fallen so that I may stand on the ground where I am and call it, “My own.”
I will not listen to the conservative or the liberal; I will not focus on the arguments from the left or the right, but instead, I will focus straight ahead and pay attention to the task at hand.
It seems we have lost our way. We are caught in too many battles and there are enemies at our gates as well as hidden in our very own fields.
The shelter, which you have given has been taken for granted.
Your tired, your poor, and your huddled masses yearning to breathe free have forgotten there is a cost for such freedom.
However, the cost of that freedom has been paid for by men and women in laced boots, marching over hills, and pushing forward even in the most unforgiving times.
They will go by land, air, and by sea. They will stop at nothing to defend your states and your cities. They will not rest until you are at peace, and I will not forget them—or the price your soldiers pay so that I and my family can rest in your arms for the rest of our days.
On this day November 11 in the year 1919, President Woodrow Wilson declared the first Armistice Day.
“To us in America, the reflections of Armistice Day will be filled with solemn pride in the heroism of those who died in the country’s service and with gratitude for the victory, both because of the thing from which it has freed us and because of the opportunity it has given America to show her sympathy with peace and justice in the councils of the nations…”
You have given me all that I have.
And with all that I have . . .