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Happy Birthday America

I am proud to be an American. I believe we live in one of the greatest nations in the world. I am thankful everyday to have the priveledge to reside in this great nation. I believe more people (especially those who spew anti-American sentiments) should be very greatful they can do this without there being a threat on their family or themselves. What a great place to live, that allows you to speak your mind (no matter how little of it you may have). I am proud to be an American. I am proud of our troops defending the freedoms that many take for granted. I am proud of those Americans that use the rights (whether I agree with them or not) that our soldiers defend. Thank you to those currently protecting our rights as Americans, Thank you to those who came before, and Thank you to those protectors of the future.

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