Dear Lord, lest I continue my complacent way, help me remember somehow out there a man died for me today. As long as there be war, I then must ask and answer am I worth dying for?

This was a poem First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt kept in her wallet during World War 2. Author unknown.

As far as I am concerned, this is just as valid today as it was back in the 1940s. Somewhere, someplace, there are citizens of our nation are out there dying for us to be able to live like we are. In Freedom.