Today is Memorial Day.
I still can’t believe my dad is gone – that he gave his life for our freedom just a little more than two weeks ago on May 9, 2015.
He led the charge against the U.N. soldiers that wanted to take away our farm and put us in FEMA camps or kill us. He was a brave man.
Sometimes I still cry when I remember him. I think he’d be OK with that. He was always telling me to be tough, not to cry, but I know he had a sensitive side too. I know he was sad about what happened to our country. He may not have cried on the outside, but I bet he did on the inside.
I think sometimes when he got mad on the outside, it was because he felt like crying but he needed to be tough. He needed to be tough so we would keep believing that things would get better.
I think he wrote this journal because there were some things he just couldn’t say out loud. Maybe when I’m older, I’ll do the same. I hope the world is a better place when I’m his age. The age he was.
Today we’ll decorate his grave with flags and flowers to honor what he did and what he fought for. We’ll do the same for the other people from Union Creek that fought and died to keep us free from the U.N. soldiers.
They’re all heroes and we’re still free.
As long as we’re free, there’s still a chance that things can get better.
– D.J. Johnson