In America today it takes the crackle of fireworks to remind us how freedom began. The parades begin, and children dance beside the waving flags.
Eloquence rises to the occasion in parks and mansions all across the land.
And unless we think real hard we forget the price of our darkest hours, and simply remember those stirring words which only urged freedom onward to its birth. Freedom Began In America, not with the rhetoric, not with a chant ringing in the hall, not with the humorous gestures of gleaming paint, no, not even with the pledges of a few eternal souls. For these were simply empty phrases carelessly flung into the wind until the common man became willing to make them the foundation of something real. Freedom wasn't born with the forward surge of those who flocked to wear the uniforms, nor with those untried firebrands who swore to fight the battle through. It was born in the ranks of those who served on, after realizing all hope for victory had vanished, but stubbornly refused to give up hope.