My America

I am angry at all the blacks/African Americans that are choosing to step all over the American Flag.
You know what, I will apologize to you. I am sorry you feel the need to disrespect our country. Despite, the fact of that our country’s foundation was built to create a free world, without the oppression and suppression, somehow it has found its way back to this way of life that we so desperately once ran away from. Unfortunately, it targeted people that the white man determined was three/fifths of a person. Yes, our lives and future was in the hands of the white man, but that does not mean you have the right to disrespect my country. The country I serve!
Although, our past dating from the early 1800s to now has been filled with hurt and pain due to the color of our skin, it does not give you the right to stomp over my flag. Whether, you like it or not, our country is better than a lot of other countries. You think America sticks their nose in everyone’s business, but little do you know America is the mediator for numerous international crisis that put the people that serve this country at risk every day. Yes, I am talking about Sailors, Airmen, Marines and Soldiers. The same people who come to your rescue, whether foreign or domestic issues arise willing to lend you a hand. In cases of natural disasters, these men and women are fighting to save your lives and return your loved ones to you.
You think you are stepping on the American flag to take a stand. What about the thousands of people taking a stand for you, while you sleep in your beds peacefully at night.
I remember longing for my loved ones as my ship departed for a long arduous nine month deployment. Not knowing what to expect. Always, receiving breaking news of some catastrophe taking place and the possibility of our deployment being extended.
Sometimes, I would get so depressed and think my youth was slipping from my grasps. So many missed birthdays and holidays created a feeling of such lost emotional contact with my family and friends. I felt like all my classmates were passing me by, in obtaining their degrees and getting those corporate jobs. They were able to experience a true college experience of juggling a job, schoolwork, and partying. The freedom they had is the freedom I wanted.
But my life held so much more meaning, no I am not saying I am better than you, I am saying my life was on the line for you! My life and the lives of my brothers and sisters dedicating their lives to the United States Armed Forces.
While you lived your life to the fullest every day in this country, on land, we protected you. While you had the option to party all weekend and not study for that test on Monday, one of my brothers and sisters lost their life. While you have the option to graduate from college in a timely manner, we have to often postpone achieving a higher education.
You do not realize the pain and suffering that we have underwent through our many tours serving our country. We leave this country as one person, but we always return back to our family as a different person. They notice these differences, whether they are positive or negative, they stand by our sides and support us through them. And, while you are stepping on our flag, another one of my brothers or sisters have taken their own life due to this overwhelming lifestyle or have become a prisoner of war not knowing if they will return home, in America, in the comfort of their own home.
While, I do know that it was my decision to sign my name on that contract, I do not regret my decision for one second. Every time I perform morning or evening colors I feel goosebumps popping up all over my skin, a rising lump in my throat, and tears starting to feel my eyes. I then breathe heavily and suck back in all the emotions I am feeling in that one moment and say I have to be strong for my family, my friends, and most of all my country!
Yes, we are given the right to protest under our First Amendment, but let’s not disrespect the men and women who have given up their lives so that you may be able to express such discontent towards this country!


About AI

Hi Everyone, First and foremost, I love talking about the Lord, because I know through Him all things are possible. He has brought me through the many unexpected trials of life, and He still loves me even after all of my trespasses. I aspire to love anyone and everything like Jesus. I would consider myself a Positivist and I am the epitome of a DOER! I believe that if you are positive you will get anything accomplished. It may be hard, it may be difficult but at the end you will achieve success in knowing you can DO anything! I like to find and witness the good in everything. I like to know what's going on with people, why they think the way they think or do the things they do! I love to have discussions about things, feelings, ideas, people, etc. that matter and that could potentially improve someone's situation or mindset. So why not start a blog? It is the new Gift of Gab!!! It's a way to acquire diverse opinions, talk and meet new people, everything I love to do!!! I hope you all enjoy reading my blogs and feel free to comment and share anything that is on your mind... Follow me on Instagram: @ana.honesty Blessings ALL!!! :-)
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6 Responses to My America

  1. Maria says:

    I really enjoyed reading that! It was well writen and I felt your anger with every sentence I read. I definitely connected with what you were saying. Good job! 👍🏽


  2. Shay LA Jones says:

    Good job! Knowledge is power!


  3. Donte says:

    spelling issues


  4. Michelle Camtz says:

    Great read! You writing was very passionate and don’t listen to that “Donte” jerk, great job!


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