Today I’ve found myself tearing up for our once great country. I thought about the soldiers who fought for our freedom, forgetting their own safety. Valiant men and women, defending America against our foes — those who would take our freedom away.

My dad loved this nation. He would say to us kids “America is not perfect, but there is no better place to live in the world.” He was a patriot. He served as a medic in England in WWII. I don’t know how much he knew about Hitler, and the slaughter of our people in the beginning of his service. But when he spoke of the camps and what had been done to the Jewish people, he could hardly speak, trying to choke back the tears.

My dad told us that we Jews were hated by most of the world. He said that we were used as scapegoats…