Patriotism Has Run Deep Throughout My Life

The cadence of the Marine platoon rang out in the summer sun. Camp LeJeune, North Carolina, home to hundreds of soldiers and their families, came alive with the 4th of July ceremonies about to unfold. The bleachers were filled with excited kids who were mostly interested in the fireworks that would end the evening event. Some of the women, including my mother, had umbrellas to hide from the blaring sun and heat.

The non-coms performed their march formations with perfect precision, uniforms pressed and swords bright and shining. Applause erupted from the audience. The “big Brass” gave speeches. The band stood at attention, then stood at ease as they played the National Anthem, then John Philip Sousa, culminating with the Marine Corps Hymn.

As darkness fell on the parade grounds, there was heightened excitement. This was what we were waiting for, and it was magnificent! It was moving, to say the least.

I was 5 when I first experienced this huge dose of patriotism — an age when so many things are impressed upon our minds that don’t have words. I’ve carried that silent patriotism with me throughout my life. I still get goose bumps any time I see a flag flying on a pole or hear stories of great patriots who gave their all. I reflect on the fact that my father entered the Marine Corps at the young age of 16.

I fly a United States flag at my home, and I hope that you have similar feelings about our great country as I do. This year is especially significant, with an increased fervor because we’re on the cusp of the anniversary of our nation. In 2026, we will celebrate 250 years as a nation! Just a baby compared to many nations.

So I say, let the celebration begin!