President Barack Obama's recent announcement giving the children of illegal immigrants the opportunity to work and the outraged reaction of the GOP made me step back and think "what makes someone an American?" Is it an accident of birth? Or is it an attitude?
The centerpiece of this week's double issue of Huffington is the latest installment of reporter David Wood's inquiry into the costs of America's wars, told in the voices of those who will continue to fight them for decades to come.
Memorial Day takes me back and helps put my personal and professional priorities where they properly belong. The name Michael Eugene Hoppers invariably appears front and center in my thoughts, but he represents many.
That's the spirit of Memorial Day; it's the remembrance of those who didn't come back alive, and a celebration of the esprit-de-corps and how they lived their lives.God bless the United States and those who stand watch over us tonight.
Every young boy in 1942 America knew Sergeant John Basilone fired from the hip. Cradling his water cooled .30 caliber machine gun in his arms, on the night of October 24, 1942 he mowed down dozens and dozens of onrushing enemy soldiers on the island of Guadalcanal.