So the other day as I drove into my drive way I noticed my neighbors flag at half mast, after inquiring from my mother why this was so, she informed me that our neighbor just lost a nephew in the Marines over in Afghanistan. So the next time I drove into my drive way I gazed over just as the sun was setting behind our countries flag at half mast, and I took a moment to really ponder, to really sit in the moment. On this road trip we are going to see America's true hero's, the people that make this country what it is, and make this country run. I'm not talking about those overpaid corporate men and woman in business suits running around like ants in the big city streets of Manhattan and LA. I'm talking about the construction workers we will meet and see who make America run,the 10th generation farmer out in Idaho who still bails his own hay by tractor without paid labor, the underpaid police officers and fire fighters in the big cities and small rural town's who put their lives on the line while simultaneously taking a step onto eternities door step, every time they clock in to work, so that those they love can sleep safe at night.
The men and woman in camo uniform's who just like their other men and woman partners in blue and red, assume the responsibilities that a lot of people aren't cut out to make.
I'm excited to meet America's true hero's, the real backbone of America, the people who go to work everyday and fly the flag proudly, The real American.
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