At 2:42 p.m. Wednesday my husband and I were outside in our little piece of Shaler paradise when a most magnificent roar filled the air. I knew instantly what it was and scrambled to get the best view of the sky above the trees. Within moments there they were … the U.S. Navy’s Blue Angels soaring overhead. No better audience could have been found as we waved and cheered them on. A great pride filled my being. “There goes my military,” I thought.
As they made several passes over us in the course of a few minutes my appreciation of what they stand for grew. They symbolize all that I love about this country … its courage, its strength, its benevolence, its bravery and, yes, its power. I like knowing that the military, from the boots on the ground all over the world to the pilots flying over my home, will fight for me and protect my family with their lives if necessary. They ask nothing of me in return. I can’t thank them enough.
So here’s to my military and to the Blue Angels who gave me a thrilling, private show on Wednesday. I wish them Godspeed. And I know that I can live my life of freedom because my military keeps me safe. Because of them I “need not fear the terrors of the night or the arrow that flies by day.”