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Everyone gets their moment of fame, mine came a few years ago during the Fourth of July parade in Moscow. Made the Boston papers I did. Not for the ironic creativity of my float, but for its sheer size. I took a motorcoach of senior citizens through Moscow during The Parade. So naturally, we became a float. My driver even donned his coat and straightened his tie for the occasion. The seniors waved to the folks standing on grassy banks, the airhorn blew, and the Boston Globe snapped a picture of us dwarfing all other entries as we sailed through. I believe we called ourselves Beauty For All Ages.

We enjoy our little Fourth of July events. The Moscow Parade is a good time to catch up with neighbors. The evening fireworks display promises to dazzle. Martial music makes grown men and little boys stand a little taller, without stopping to consider why. We eat new peas, and too much watermelon. Men crack beers and spend the evening being men over smokey grills. Another Fourth ends when we wind our way home, the smallest dozing in car seats, bombs having burst in air to the sound of ooo's and aaahh's.

"I love Vermont" wrote Calvin Coolidge, the only President of the United States to be born on the Fourth of July, "because of her hills and valleys, her scenery and invigorating climate, but most of all, because of her indomitable people."

We are part of a powerful tradition, we are. It was our people, Ethan Allen and the Green Mountain Boys, who brought the first victory to the fight for independence by seizing Fort Ticonderoga on May 10th of 1775. We fought the battle of Hubbardtown, On July 7th of 1777, setting the stage for Burgoyne's defeat at Saratoga.

In battle we are dauntless. "There!" roared John Stark at the Battle of Bennington. "There are the Redcoats; they will be ours or tonight Molly sleeps a widow!" It was our men at the Battle of Gettysburg who inspired General Doubleday to cry "Glory to God, glory to God, see the Vermonters go at it!" This after the First Vermont marched thirty two miles in a night and a day to reach Gettysburg. The Second Vermont Brigade marched 132 miles in six days of southern swelter, arriving on July 1st, a day ahead of their brothers, and in time to hear the order "Put the Vermonters in front and close ranks behind them."

"The Crouching Lion" The French called Camels Hump. And lions we are. "Ever since I arrived to a state of manhood, and acquainted myself with the general history of mankind, I have felt a sincere passion for liberty." Wrote Ethan Allen. A passion which would translate into the Republic of Vermont, with the first constitution to adopt universal manhood suffrage, the first constitution to outlaw slavery.

Before there were flags to wave, or trumpets to sound, we were there. Young men picked up flintlocks and marched away, to wage war for liberty. General John Stark's forces demolished the British barricades, he marched home to Molly a hero, dragging a canon behind him; a trophy of war as a gift for his bride.

And left behind 247 dead men. You, who celebrate this day, are not likely to be among their descendants. For they died before they had sons. Before they had daughters to walk down an aisle, to give her hand to another man's son. To Bennington, our men have gone. To Cedar Creek and Anaheim. They've marched away to Normandy, to Midway, and Khe Sanh. Names they are, carved on stone, they lie as they died. Alone.

When the music plays and the fireworks blaze, stand up. Hold up your children. Hold them up to that flash of gunpowder. Someone else's son went to war. Someone else's son stood up before blazing gunpowder, in mud and fire and terror and death; stood up on another field, and died. So you can celebrate with your children pretty bombs, bursting in air.

Stand up. Stand up for the men who came before you, who make us who we are today. For today, we are a free people. Vermonters all.

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Stories From a Vermont Life:

Camilla Blue
Frozen Gifts
Making Wreaths
The Fourth of July

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