It's already 80 degrees by 10 a.m. The Memorial Day parade in the smallish town is scheduled to begin at 11. An hour ahead of time the sidewalks are lined with a sea of people of all shapes,sizes, and ages, some with lawn chairs, some with dogs, many with strollers, most wearing red, white or blue.
The first marchers in the parade are veterans--there are still a few from WW2 even--and these brave men are greeted with cheers and applause all the way down main street, for the entire length of the parade. Next up is the Junior High marching band, nicely dressed in khakis and white shirts, playing "God Bless America."
Behind them the volunteer firefighters march neatly in two long columns, each looking mighty fine in dress uniform. Yes, they VOLUNTEER to put out fires, and deal with other emergencies in our community, at all hours of the day and night.
Then a few sports cars drive past slowly, carrying veterans who can no longer march. Yes, there is still enthusiastic applause. Last in line is the outstanding local high school marching band, playing patriotic songs to a pumped-up crowd.
Then hundreds of people gather round the shady front lawn of a historic building at the foot of main street, and the brief ceremony starts with a prayer. Yes, a prayer, by a former army chaplain. A 21 gun salute follows and a lone trumpeter plays TAPS. After a couple more speeches, the laying of a wreath, and a closing benediction, the marching band fires up a stirring rendition of The Star Spangled Banner and It's a Grand Old Flag.
Yes, people stand, men with their caps held to their chests, in the 85 degree heat, with the sun beating down, and pay respects to those who sacrificed their tomorrows so that we have our todays.
Several people took free Bibles, fridge magnets and posters with Bible verses from our little storefront church, where we make a point to have the doors open for every community event.
Within a 20 mile radius of my home, there are easily a dozen similar parades taking place today. This is the America you DON'T read about in our national press, and certainly don't hear about internationally.
We really are not a nation of jaded, politically correct wimps and wusses --and if you don't believe me, just make a note on your Blackberry to visit small town USA on the 4th of July this year.

