I don't know. Maybe it is my family history and upbring why I feel like I do. If you trace my family back on my father's side, my ancestry is not Mexican or Spanish but Basque. My first ancestors arrived in Texas and wound up fighting for the Republic of Texas under Sam Houston. My grandfather fought in France in WW1. My dad's oldest brother died at Nomandy and is buried there. My granmother never realized her dream of one day laying flowers on his grave. Another of my dad's brothers died in Korea. My dad was wounded there and ironically he was shipped home on the transport that brought back his brother's body.
Four straight generations of my family have been wounded in battle. The latest used to be me, but now that honor(?) belongs to my daughter since she got wounded in Bagdad last year.
I look at Izzy, my grandson and pray that he will never fire a government weapon at an enemy in defense of our country or it's interests, but I also know, should it have to be that way, he will. It has been in our blood for 170+ years, it is in his also.
It is a hard thing to have patriots and heros in a family, you have to live up to them.
Texas has suffered more casualties in this War on Terror than any other state except California. One half of the soldiers killed had Spanish surnames. My daughter was wounded in Iraq last year. She looks as Mexican as they come. I find comments like the one above hurtful because it seems that the sacrifices of my family under the flag of this country are not good enough because we don't look like or have a last name like, some people feel we should.
I dare anyone to find a more patriotic or America loving group than young Mexican-American kids serving in the Marines or Army today.
What We Are About To Do Here Is What The Good Lord Would Call A Cleansing of the Wicked. I Call It A Good Old Fashioned Texas Ass Kicking.