From: M on
for all in the USA

From: Evelyn on

"M" <nononan(a)showblo.vom> wrote in message
> for all in the USA

Thanks and I offer the same good wishes! Happy Independence Day!

Best Regards,

In the stony fastness of the mountains there is a strange market, where one
may barter the vortex of life for boundless bliss. - Milarepa

From: Alan Holbrook on
I wish I had thought of this yesterday. I received this years ago, so
it needs some updating, but I've always loved it. To any non-Americans
reading the newsgroup, forgive me for a little bit of Americentric pride
on my country's birthday.

I am the United States of America.

I was born on July 4, 1776, and the Declaration of Independence is my
birth certificate. The bloodlines of the world run in my veins, because
I offered freedom to the oppressed.

I am the United States of America.

I am 250 million living souls, and the ghosts of millions who have lived
and fought and died for me.

I am Nathan Hale and Paul Revere. At Lexington, I fired the shot heard
round the world. I am Washington, Jefferson, and Patrick Henry. I am
John Paul Jones, the Green Mountain Boys and Davy Crockett. I am Lee,
Grant and Abe Lincoln.

I remember the Alamo, the Maine and Pearl Harbor. When freedom called,
I answered and stayed until it was over, over there. I left my heroic
dead on the bleak slopes of Korea and Viet Nam, in Flanders Field the
rock of Corregidor, and the desert sands of Kuait.

I am the Brooklyn Bridge, the wheat fields of Kansas, the granite hills
of Vermont. I am the coal mines of Virginia and Pennsylvania, the
fertile lands of the West, the Golden Gate and the Grand Canyon. I am
Independence Hall, the Monitor, the Merrimack, and the Challenger.

Oh, yes, I am big. I sprawl from the Atlantic to the Pacific, 3 million
square miles of land throbbing with industry. I am more than 2 million
farms. I am forest, field, mountain and desert. I am quiet villages and
cities that never sleep. You can look at me and see Ben Franklin
walking down the streets of Philadelphia with his loaf of bread under
his arm. You can see Betsy Ross with her needle. You can see the
lights of Christmas and hear the strains of "Auld Lang Syne" as the
calendar turns.

I am Babe Ruth and the World Series, the 170,000 schools and colleges
and more than 300,000 churches where my people worship as they choose.
I am a ballot dropped into a box, the roar of a crowd at a stadium, the
voice of a choir in a cathedral. I am an editorial in a newspaper and a
leader in Congress. I am John Glenn and Neil Armstrong and their fellow
astronauts who whirl through the spaces above my head. I am Eli Whitney
and Stephen Foster, Albert Einstein and Billy Graham.

Yes, I am the nation, and these are the things I am. I was conceived in
freedom and God willing, in freedom I shall spend the rest of my days.

May I always possess the integrity, the courage and the strength to keep
myself unshackled, to remain a citadel of freedom and a beacon of hope
for all the world.

From: June on

hot dogs and beer, or time to remember the foundation this great country is
built on?

Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the
Declaration of Independence ?

Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before
they died.

Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.

Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons

Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary
War. They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their
sacred honor.

What kind of men were they?

Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists.

Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of
means, well educated, but they signed the Declaration of Independence
knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.

Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships
swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to
pay his debts, and died in rags.

Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his
family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his
family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty
was his reward.

Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton,
Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.

At the battle of Yorktown , Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British
General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He
quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was
destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.

Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his
wife, and she died within a few months.

John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13
children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to
waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to
find his wife dead and his children vanished.

So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently
thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid.

Remember: freedom is never free!

I hope you will show your support by sending this to as many people as you
can, please. It's time we get the word out that patriotism is NOT a sin, and
the Fourth of July has greater meaning than beer, picnics, and baseball

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