I don’t know if I can even do justice to thanking you properly for what you have done for me and my family. As I sat through the program at my girls’ school last Friday, I was moved by the number of you who attended and the amazing pictures of you serving our country.
I was also moved by how “ordinary” you looked.
You were men, women, young, old, black, white, Hispanic—and many of you were parents.
I can’t imagine the toll your job has taken on you and your family. I can’t begin to even comprehend the sacrifice you made or the hardships you endured.
THANK YOU for allowing me to vote in an election for my president this week.
THANK YOU for allowing me to worship openly at my church this morning.
THANK YOU for allowing my kids to go to school without the fear of being shot at.
THANK YOU for allowing my family to sleep peacefully at night while you stay awake and watch our borders.
THANK YOU for protecting us so well that I take it for granted that we live in a free country.
I do know that freedom isn’t free and I am grateful to you for the price you pay so that my family can enjoy freedom.
Thank you seems so small, but I give it to you from the bottom of my heart.