One American’s Credo

ONE AMERICAN’S CREDO

I am an American. I am the son of an immigrant who served in World War II.

I am a veteran. I served in Vietnam.  I am an American.

If I had been old enough, I would have served in Korea. If I had been born and were old enough, I would have served in World War II.  I am an American.

I am the father of a Desert Storm veteran. If I were younger, I would have served in Desert Storm. I am an American.

I am the grandfather of an Afghanistan era veteran. If I were still a kid, I would be serving in Afghanistan. I am An American.

I am a not a Democrat nor a Republican nor an Independent. I am not a Conservative nor a Liberal. Even so, I exercise my sacred right to vote in every election. I am an American.

I am a Patriot. I am an American.

I believe in the Constitution of the United States of America. I believe in the Bill of Rights. I revere the Flag of the United States of America and the heroes who fought and died under it. I hold sacred the Statue of Liberty and its inscription:

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free …” .                     I am an American.

I served this nation proudly as a soldier entrusted with the defense and protection of the ideals memorialized in the foregoing. I further served the citizens of the states I called home as a local Law Enforcement Officer entrusted to serve and protect my fellow citizens during my productive work-life. I am an American.

I do not know what to make of the direction my country is taking. The values I was raised to respect no longer seem to apply. Violence and lawlessness are allowed to run rampant. Young men kill one another without a second thought. Old men feel justified in beating one another over a parking space. Law Enforcement officers kill unarmed kids; well-armed kids paint targets on the backs of Law Enforcement officers as retribution for acts those officers did not participate in.  Elected officials refuse to govern and in many cases to even communicate with each other. Civility and common courtesy appear to be signs of weakness whenever they are given the chance to be practiced. Ignorance of basic facts and arrogance within that ignorance are sought-after character traits. Love is egocentric; hatred of anyone who is different is applauded. Is this American?

I and my fellows may be dinosaurs walking the path to extinction. If so, then it is a shame, for America was better than it is, and could have become far better than it ever was. I am an American.