When I think of my beautiful, noble country, I can’t help but wonder, how can one not love America? I’m a U.S. Air Force veteran. I’ve seen this splendid country “from sea to shining sea,” and the United States fills me with awe—not just for the beauty and breadth of its terrains, but because of the ideals on which our country was founded.
I come from generations of American heroes. My paternal grandparents were immigrants from Italy (who ended up in upstate New York), nary a penny to their name, never having completed even a grade school education. Their son, my dad, went on to become the first in his family to graduate from high school, then college, and then medical school. He put on a U.S. Army uniform and took the Army officer’s oath of office. If something hadn’t been done before, he’d give it a moment’s thought and then come up with a solution. He’d never sit around waiting for someone’s help. That’s his all-American moxie.
