Weekly Posting of the Conservative Cow Doctor

 

God Bless America

Let me tell you about a proud Marine I knew. He left this world October 14, 2004 and dang, would I like to talk to him now. Few people exude patriotism; Dick did. I could stack word upon word explaining Dick’s coming of age as a Marine in 1956, playing college basketball for the Bobcats, or being buddies with Dick Cheney, but absolutely none of those describe what Dick meant to me. He was a patriot who loved the song “God Bless America” and he sang it with infectious passion. Dick came into my life because his son was married to my trophy wife’s sister. We spent many holidays and family events together and at each and every one of them, Dick always insisted everyone sing “God Bless America.” So we did.

On his deathbed at the young age of 71, with his last remaining breaths he asked the family to join him in his final attempt at “God Bless America.” They did, and then he died. At his funeral he requested the attire be red, white, and blue. He so loved his country.

Saturday, September 11, 2010, I had the distinct honor of being Master of Ceremonies at Montana’s Stillwater County Patriot’s Dinner. Over 200 ordinary people crowded the assembly hall united by their love of country. I looked across the crowd and saw young, old, tall, short, skinny, fat, veterans, non-veterans, ranchers, carpenters, butchers, plumbers, salesmen and trophy wives. Saturday afternoon, everyone loved America, all was well…and then it happened.

I introduced Brit Elenburg to sing our last musical selection: “God Bless America.” This talented young lady stepped forward and belted out a rendition of the patriotic hymn as if angels in heaven were amplifying every note. Dick would have been proud…let me correct that, he was proud.

Thinking of Dick and caught up in the patriotism of the moment, I was so moved I had a lump stuck in my throat the size and consistency of gumbo-caked overshoes. Unfortunately, the program required I present my ten-minute closing monologue and introduce the pastor who would offer the final prayer. Swallowing deeply, I approached the microphone and somehow, somewhere, I found the words.

Here is my point: Between now and the election, and for a minimum of two months thereafter, you will see incessant media reports vilifying tea-party patriots. The reports are wrong. From Saturday’s podium, I saw nothing but what is best about America, and I consistently see that same red, white and blue look in every town where I speak. We truly are a melting pot of nationalities and personalities united in the cause of freedom. It was Divine Providence which established our great republic and it will be the hand of God who will restore her to greatness. Failure is just not an option. May God to continue to bless America.

 
 
 
 
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