The Rockets’ Red Glare

What evokes Independence Day patriotism better than fireworks?

Every time I have opportunity to experience good old fourth-of-July fireworks, two lines from our beloved national anthem come into brilliant focus:

And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro’ the night that our flag was still there.

I usually view fireworks from the protective security of sitting on the trunk of a car parked a few blocks away.

But those who first saw the rockets’ red glare were surrounded by literal bombs bursting in air. And bullet shells whizzing past. It wasn’t beloved, patriotism-evoking poetry back then.

Freedom isn’t free. And it wasn’t a safe purchase.

I’m indescribably thankful for it. And for those who purchased it.

I love America.