You might be an American if you suddenly watch for buglers when you hear the lonely strain of “Taps” being played at a funeral, then brace yourself for a volley of gunshots in tribute.
You might be an American if you watched “Saving Private Ryan” and are grateful the only sacrifice you make for this country comes out of your paycheck.
You might be an American if you’re sitting underneath a star-filled mid-summer sky in the next four days, witness the illumination of night over a park or lake and say to yourself, “What a country.”
Dave Kitchell is a columnist for the Pharos-Tribune. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.