I get it. “The rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.”
But still, I have wondered why blowing up chemicals in the dark of the night sky is our signature way of celebrating our independence. I love a great fireworks display and do not despise the artwork and technology that goes into such a city-wide heavenly display, but is re-creating a scene of war the best way to celebrate?
I recall the Wednesday night in the late 80’s when we gathered around a church fellowship hall TV and watched the shock and awe of the first Baghdad bombing. And then there was the news footage of the Israelis’ knocking SCUD missiles out of the air with US defense wonders. I wonder how people who live in Baghdad and Israel feel about fireworks in the sky.
I don’t even like that I sound like an old grouch just bringing this up because my son-in-law loves to buy stuff and blow it up in our backyard on the 4th, to the delight of all of my older grandchildren. And we laugh a lot. Maybe there is just something in the human spirit that likes to blow up things about once a year.
And while I’ll go along, I still prefer cutting and eating a watermelon.
Have a safe and happy holiday weekend!