This man do not see patriotism as a metaphor. I love the idea. The love for our country is not an illusion, not a fancy word used to patronize the mimicry of sophistication. The United love in spite of their differences looks like something. It looks like a letting go of free will at the beast of a command it looks like sweating in peace and bleeding in war. It looks like blood authoring the trees of freedom. It looks like swallowing stones in your skulls. It looks like not breaking around when marching through hell with the intent to keep going this love looks like skins that become shields around the legacy of our fathers. It looks like bone shipped into battle access, cotton through new frontiers and looks like on marked graves in Bonoom, Badama and Yube. So like new foliage in Nagasaki the summer after the atomic bomb, this man keep opening their lungs. Despite pain painting their bodies with a mosaic of cement extension they refuse to be broken they refuse to look back at the life left behind. No, should they have spooners or rudars. Just fear and hope that even in the anguish of a margaret on this kingdom is what fighting for is what dying for. Thank you for your service. Say la. So my channel get the latest update and of course don't miss any new video I post. I love you guys so much. So let me know what you think about this video like comment and of course share with your friends if you love it share it. Peace.