What? How about for the very lifeblood of our nation. We live in a land that is as much mystique and theme than tangible. So much is America, and all of it is under attack. Those who have walked here before us have forged this legend, and we will defend it to the death. What are we fighting for?
Walks in the park. Hot dogs from street vendors. Cruising in a freshly waxed car, windows down, radio blaring. Kid's evening baseball games. That first kiss. Having a beer and barbecuing a big, fat steak. Watching sunsets with a loved one. Staying out on the town too late. Reading Hunter S. Thompson stories. The smell of fresh cut grass. Hanging out in the garage, working on nothing in particular. Walking your dog. Playing with your children in the park. Popcorn and candy apples at the fair. Cold pizza served the next day. A night out with the guys. A good day's work and a paycheck at the end of the week. Big, shiny, gas-guzzling automobiles. Shooting your AR15. Prayers around the dinner table. Watching the game. Kids on Christmas morning. Drive-thru food. A day off spent doing nothing at all. Mom, apple pie, and the Grateful Dead. Girls in tight blue jeans.
All of these things, and too many more to mention, are Americana. They represent our freedom and our lifestyle. That lifestyle is under attack. We will go to war to fight for this, to avenge the deaths of the innocent, to show our forefathers that we are still deserving of this great land, that we are still worthy of this freedom. For this, for our ideals, for our way of life we will kill and be killed. God Bless America![pissed][pissed][pissed]