I think back to a time of soldiers and fighters. The cannons and guns firing, I breathe in the scent of gunpowder and I hear the cries of help from the wounded and dying warriors, fighting for my freedom. I feel the wounded and I remember what they did. I inhale the bloody scent and listen to the cry--- no mourning, of those poor families. I taste the freedom given to me, and it tastes like victory. I strain to see the remains of these amazing heroes. I watch as they go down with a terrified expression. They all put thereselves through this just so I could live free.
*Really stop and think about why we celebrate July 4th.*
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