Our country, with all it's wrestling with itself to live up to it's declared principles as outlined in our founding documents, is still a young nation.
At 72 years of age, I have memories of sitting at my great grandfathers knee listening to his stories. He was born in 1866, one year after the end of the civil war. He lived to the ripe old age of 98. In my youthful lack of perspective, I thought of him as ancient, as part of the very distant past.
Now I realize the other side of the issue. How truly young the American experiment is and how fragile. It only survives as the last best hope of the world because Americans were willing to fight and die for freedoms that most regimes have failed to offer to their citizens.
Never forget. Honor their sacrifice.