I was inch deep in a layer of suds when it dawned on me how fortunate I was to have a bar of soap. I have been to places where soap was not available, not a single bar to be had, and no way to get one. No soldier fought and died to give me a bar of soap, but soap is one of the small results of just such sacrifice. Freedom means freedom to make and sell soap. Freedom also means people have to die to obtain and keep it. Many Americans have forgotten how unbelievably fortunate we are. God bless America. God bless those men and women who pick up arms every day to keep us free. And God bless the families of those who gave the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. Happy Memorial Day, from someone who is blessed enough to have a bar of soap.
P.S. 1.7 - 3 billion people worldwide do not have a bar of soap.
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| We just got Betty's father's gravestone from the VA. His ashes will be buried in our family graveyard atop Brown Mt., named in his honor, behind our home. He served in the South Pacific, ending up in Hiroshima, Japan. |
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