Proud to be an American?
Yep.
My Country, right or wrong. My Country, first, foremost, always. My Country, that gave me the opportunity to be anything I wanted to be, whether success or failure or all points in between. My Country, that my ancestors fought, bled and died for.
My Country, always.
We’re on a bad course right now; that’s because of a percentage of people that are idiots and tools.
Life’s a wheel. What goes around, comes around, in the life of a person, a people, and a Nation.
But I’m STILL an American, and those people don’t represent me, nor my Country.
Some might say that’s a little too “rah-rah” flag waving... but then again, those people are irrelevant anyway...
Please forgive a variation of the last paragraph from the opening speech in Patton, but one day I will go to meet my Maker. General Patton will be there, and will ask me what I did in the Second American War for Independence. At least I won't have to look him in the eye and say, "Well sir, I shoveled sh!t in the Philippines."
Dawg Soldiers up! Scouts Out! Cavalry Ho!