My grandmother told me that the United States is truly “the Land of the Free,” because here anyone is entitled to stand up for the values that matter to them. They had endured the horrors of the Holocaust in Europe, the tortures of the concentration camps, the murder of their families and the destruction of their communities. When I asked what had caused them to be so moved, my grandmother told me that the United States had given a voice to both her and to my grandfather. Yet for the rest of us, they were sung as if by rote. While attending a baseball game with my grandparents, we rose from our seats, along with tens of thousands of others in attendance, to sing the “Star Spangled Banner.” As the song ended and the crowd sang the final words in unison, “O’er the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave,” I noticed that those words seemed to hold special meaning for my grandparents.
When I think back on my favorite childhood memories, one immediately comes to mind, one that I will never forget.
America is The Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.
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