Next week, there will be a hundred and ten reasons to stop and pause and reflect on what it means to be an American. What it means to sacrifice. What it means to remember.
Next week is Frank Buckles one hundred and tenth birthday. The last surviving Dough Boy, the last of Pershing's Patriots. It should be a time that is hallowed in our history. A time when the last living survivor of the war to end all wars should be celebrated and hailed as a national treasure.
I wonder how many Americans will know. I wonder how many Americans will be told of this man's milestone by the media. Tonight the eyes of the nation will be tuned to the words spoken by the president to the nation. We will be told how great things are and how much better they will be. But we won't be told of the heroes who made this nation possible.
We won't be told of her defenders or of those like Frank Buckles, who went to war as boys and came back as men and contributed to saving Europe's and ultimately our own future.
How many people will remember? I don't know yet. How many people will stand and salute the life of America's oldest patriot? I don't know, but I will try to report back.