The anti-war leftists took great offense to the fact that so many Americans called them "unpatriotic" people while they protested against the war with Iraq. How dare anyone question the patriotism of someone simply because they protest war. These zealots were adamant that they were not only patriots, but they were more patriotic because of their courage to stand up and protest against our leaders. Natalie Maines of the Ditzie Chicks said in an interview "I believe that me speaking out is the most patriotic thing I can do."
I also found it interesting that once the war began, these hippie throw-backs wanted to make it clear that they "supported our troops" even though they were against the war. Isn't that kind of like supporting crack dealers even though you're against drug use? Or supporting pedophiles even though you're against child molestation?
Unfortunately, these lost souls have no idea what "patriotism" and "supporting our troops" really means. Living in the occupied territory of San Francisco, I too had been sheltered from the true patriots in this amazing country. I've already had two American flag stickers torn from my car bumper, so it's sometimes easy to forget that there are a lot of people out there who truly love America and everything she stands for.
Patriotism is about loving your country and those who would die to protect it. It's not about "speaking out" in protest. Or marching in the streets. Or signing anti-war petitions. Or having the "courage" to use your celebrity status in order to express your hatred of war and of our President.
I recently received an email that reminded me what real patriotism is all about. The pictures below were taken during a funeral procession for a fallen American soldier in a small Texas town. The pictures were taken by the soldier's aunt, and there was a note (below) from the aunt to accompany the pictures.
In short, this entire town came out to mourn a brave soldier's death. Men, women, and children of all ages and ethnicities lined the streets with American flags. People in shops and on the side of the road stopped in silence as the procession went by and held their hands over their hearts.
The next time you hear leftist Hollywood or media types talk about their patriotism, think of the people in this small Texas town. These are the patriots that our brave men and women died for, not the delusional "Not In Our Name" crowd.
Note from Aunt:
What follows is a message from Vicki Pierce about her nephew James' funeral (he was serving our country in Iraq):
I'm back, it was certainly a quick trip, but I have to also say it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. There is a lot to be said for growing up in a small town in Texas.
The service itself was impressive with wonderful flowers and sprays, a portrait of James, his uniform and boots, his awards and ribbons, his boots. There was lots of military brass and an eloquent (though inappropriately longwinded) Baptist preacher. There were easily 1000 people at the service, filling the church sanctuary as well as the fellowship hall and spilling out into the parking lot.
However, the most incredible thing was what happened following the service on the way to the cemetery. We went to our cars and drove to the cemetery escorted by at least 10 police cars with lights flashing and some other emergency vehicles, with Texas Rangers handling traffic. Everyone on the road who was not in the procession, pulled over, got out of their cars, and stood silently and respectfully, some put their hands over their hearts, some had small flags. Shop keepers came outside with their customers and did the same thing. Construction workers stopped their work, got off their equipment and put their hands over their hearts, too. There was no noise whatsoever except a few birds and the quiet hum of cars going slowly up the road.
When we turned off the highway suddenly there were teenage boys along both sides of the street about every 20 feet or so, all holding large American flags on long flag poles, and again with their hands on their hearts. We thought at first it was the Boy Scouts or 4F club or something, but it continued .... for two and a half miles. Hundreds of young people, standing silently on the side of the road with flags. At one point we passed an elementary school, and all the children were outside, shoulder to shoulder holding flags ... kindergartners, handicapped, teachers, staff, everyone. Some held signs of love and support. Then came teenage girls and younger boys, all holding flags. Then adults. Then families. All standing silently on the side of the road. No one spoke, not even the very young children. The last few turns found people crowded together holding flags or with their hands on their hearts. Some were on horseback.
The military presence...at least two generals, a fist full of colonels, and representatives from every branch of the service, plus the color guard which attended James, and some who served with him ... was very impressive and respectful, but the love and pride from this community who had lost one of their own was the most amazing thing I've ever been privileged to witness.
I've attached some pictures, some are blurry (we were moving), but you can get a small idea of what this was like. Thanks so much for all the prayers and support.










