Yesterday, while celebrating the Fourth of July with family and friends, I recalled a memorable statement made by a long-time friend.
In late winter, while visiting a high school classmate in Arizona, we were sitting on the patio when a couple of F-16's from a nearby airbase went over. We visitors cringed a little, saying, "Doesn't that noise bother you?"
My friend, who had been a POW in Vietnam for five and a half years, put his hand on my shoulder and smiled. "Not at all," he replied. "That, Jodi, is the sound of freedom."