Freedom's Breath

I read all the history books and they just didn't talk to me until the day that I read your story. It was written so that I could read it nothing fancy just your thoughts. You fought for the freedoms of your sons and daughters that they might have a future on this land. I can't say that I felt understood all your sacrifices but reading how you suffered made me appreciate a little bit more the men and women who fight today. Each word written by your hand somehow they reached me. I found my tears creeping down my face as I read about the wife that you left behind. I cried when I heard that your friend had been slain. I'm sorry for the things you endured but I'm so thankful for what you did. I use to take freedom for granted. I didn't use to care but somehow now, I stand proud when I see the flag or hear our anthem. Not a day goes by now that I don't give thanks for all the freedoms that you fought for so that I could be free. I don't know if you are aware but you have a grandson, whose proud to say that I'm an American. Thanks Grandpa! Thank you so much!