Aren't we all dancing in the online streets today, celebrating our three heroic American guys in Paris. I am so proud of all three of them that I can hardly stand it. Three young guys, friends for many years back home, were sitting on a train when they saw a guy trying to get a gun to work. They jumped up, and the story turned on that moment. The man with a gun was from the middle east and he was trying to kill massive numbers of people on the train, but he didn't have a chance.
Americans to the rescue . . . Again!!!! A British man joined in, and he helped subdue the middle easterner, the one who was trying to get the rifle to work so he could kill other passengers. Not a chance!! Our guys got the highest award for courage and bravery pinned on their chest by the French president.
And I sit here in the middle of a tiny town in the center of the mighty state of Missouri, and my heart literally swells with pride over "our brave boys," long time friends, and great "American" heros.