Take a Knee
by Stanislaus Drew
Taking a knee on the beach of Normandy
Take
a little trip to Valley Forge in January. Hold a musket ball in your
fingers and imagine it piercing your flesh and breaking a bone or two.
There won't be a doctor or trainer to assist you until after the battle,
so just wait your turn. Take your cleats and socks off to get a real
experience.
Then,
take a knee on the beach in Normandy where man after American man
stormed the beach, even as the one in front of him was shot to pieces
and the very sea was stained with American blood. The only blockers
most had were the dead bodies in front of them, riddled with bullets
from enemy fire.
Take
a knee in the sweat soaked jungles of Vietnam. From Khe Sanh to
Saigon, anywhere will do. Americans died in all those jungles. There
was no playbook that told them what was next, but they knew what flag
they represented. When they came home, they were protested as well, and
spit on for reasons only cowards know.
Take
another knee in the blood drenched sands of Fallujah in 110 degree
heat. Wear your Kevlar helmet and battle dress. Your number won't be
printed on it unless your number is up! You'll need to stay hydrated,
but there won't be anyone to squirt Gatorade into your mouth. You're on
your own.
There
are a lot of places to take a knee where Americans have given their
lives all over the world. When you use the banner under which they
fought as a source for your displeasure, you dishonor the memories of
those who bled for the very freedoms you have. That's what the red
stripes mean. It represents the blood of those who spilled a sea of it
defending your liberty.
While
you're on your knee, pray for those that came before you, not on a
manicured lawn striped and printed with numbers to announce every inch
of ground taken, but on nameless hills and bloodied beaches and
sweltering forests and bitter cold mountains, every inch marked by an
American life lost serving that flag you protest.
No
cheerleaders, no announcers, no coaches, no fans, just American men and
women delivering the real fight against those who chose to harm us,
blazing a path so you would have the right to "take a knee."
You
haven't any inkling of what it took to get you where you are, but your
"protest" is duly noted. Not only is it disgraceful to a nation of
real heroes, it serves the purpose of pointing to your possible
ingratitude for those who chose to defend you under that banner that
will still wave long after your jersey is retired.
Two U.S. Marines, slumped in death, lie where they fell on the sands of Iwo Jima
If
you really feel the need to take a knee, come with me to church on
Sunday and we'll both kneel before Almighty God. We'll thank Him for
preserving this country for as long as He has. We'll beg forgiveness
for our ingratitude for all He has provided us. We'll appeal to Him for
understanding and wisdom. We'll pray for liberty and justice for all,
because He is the one who provides those things.
But
there will be no protest. There will only be gratitude for His
provision and a plea for His continued grace and mercy on the land.
GOD BLESS AMERICA
The home of the brave!
EDITOR'S NOTE: This message has been around since 2016 when Colin Kaeperdick protested against 'police brutality' by taking a knee during the national anthem. Nevertheless, it should be passed around every year to remind the players and the revolting NFL that they are wealthy because of the true American heroes who gave their lives fighting for our country.
The final resting place of 2,000 fallen U.S. Marines in the sands of Iwo Jima
The message has been wrongly attributed to Ted Nugent. It was actually written by Stanislaus Drew, a Florida resident.
1 comment:
I haven't watched an NFL game in years.
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