It's moments like this, right after a frustrating election, that give me hope for the future.
I don't know how many schools around the country have a Veteran's Day program, but we do every year. It's the one program a year that I can guarantee tears on my part.
The kids sang beautifully and spoke their parts with dignity. The innocence in children's voices is a force to be reckoned with. I turn into a blubbering sucker every time.
Every armed force has a song and every time the kids sang one, the veterans in the room stood, saluted, and sat down. I watched them as their lips moved, quietly singing along. I thought a lot about their camaraderie, their sacrifice, and what memories are conjured from those songs. Extreme circumstances leave imprints on a soul and there's bound to be an unspoken loyalty among those who've served our country in a time of war.
There is a definite spirit that accompanies patriotism, a very real and tangible feeling. Without fail, I'm moved to tears just thinking about it. I love my country. I revere my country.
(I think one of the things that bugs me about President Obama is that I never sense this great love of country. He seems to be more of a politician than a statesmen. He focuses on issues rather than principles. That being said, I'm still praying for the guy.)
Watching these kids gives me hope about the future. They're being raised in a small community that promotes goodness, integrity, faith, patriotism, and hard work. I guess you could say it's a breeding ground for true statesmenship :).
I'm glad I was there to feel it all, to remember, and to be grateful. (And to catch Lincoln scratching his cheek...or, um, picking his nose...I'm leaning towards the later.)