People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.
For all the free people that still protest, you’re welcome. We protect you and you are protected by the best. Your voice is strong and loud, but who will fight for you? No one standing in your crowd.
We are your fathers, brothers, and sons, wearing the boots and carrying the guns. We are the ones that leave all we own, to make sure your future is carved in stone.
We are the ones who fight and die. We might not be able to save the world, well at least try. We walked the paths to where we are at and we want no choice other than that.
So when you rally your group to complain, take a look in the back of your brain. In order for that flag to fly, wars must be fought and young men must die.
We came here to fight for the ones we hold dear, if that’s not respected, we’d rather stay here. So please stop yelling and put down your signs, and pray for those behind enemy lines.
When the conflict is over and all is well, be thankful that we chose to go through hell.
In 1963, when Mickey Mantle returned to the lineup after weeks off because of a broken foot, he was called to pinch hit after a night of partying. Mantle said he saw three balls coming at him, swung at the middle one and hit a home run!
One team, one fight!