I enjoyed the fire works in San Francisco with Roxie and her boys. San Francisco…. ah, a city of choices, a city were most “anything goes,” a city of life and of romance. Sitting at the Aquatic Park in the bay you will see some of everything; shorts and tank tops, winter coats, gloves and scarves, bicycles and pedestrians,ships and rowboats, even people with signs that read “Free Hugs!” As I watched the fire works that night, I couldn’t help but think about those that have given their lives for the freedom we all hold dear. The words, “The rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there,” rang true as each rocket exploded above our heads and revealed it’s magic. We can sit and enjoy the fireworks, but what about those that fight under real rockets exploding above their heads. Freedom. What is it really? The word freedom is a noun and Dictionary.com give the following definitions:
- The state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement
or under physical restraint
- Exemption from external control, interference, regulation, etc.
- The power to determine action without restraint.
- Political or national independence.
- Personal liberty, as opposed to bondage or slavery: a slave who
bought his freedom.