I have been re-watching Danger UXB.

It occurred to me that, unlike my father or grand father, I never lived in a time when the world would be at war and my homeland might be overthrown. Yes, I lived in a time when there might be WWIII, but it would have been mostly over in an hour and a half (a volley from the USSR, and we retaliate). But when all was said and done in that war, everyone would have been blasted back into the stone age, and we would have faced a time of rebuilding.


I, as many of you, have served. But we never faced the bad guys taking over our homeland. I have a hard time imagining that. Can you?

I think in a strange way it's sad. When I served it was to insure the first volley would come from us and insure more of us would survive. I took my service (minor as it was) as a brick in the wall that protected us, and was a bastion of liberty.

Today, in my observations, it seems far too few of us are willing to serve and protect our ideals (imperfect though they may be, but better than the rest). How many are willing to sign a declaration that would get them hanged (our founding fathers) or refuse to give up their seat on the bus (Rosa Parks). How many of the under 40 somethings would actually fight, take a beating, and perhaps lay down their lives to make things right?

Am I alone in wondering if our people are willing to fight to the death for what's right? Or am I just an old coot?