I would take a knee.
I would take a knee in front of the spouse or child of a person that gave their life for me to be able to do so. I would take a knee beside the person that cannot stand because they were wounded in defense of my freedoms. I would take a knee behind the grieving family of a lost soldier as they pay their final respects and say their final goodbyes.
I would take a knee because my three daughters watched me serve in the military. I would take a knee in honor of my own family’s sacrifices while I served away from home, time after time. I would take a knee in prayer for this nation, because it is home, and it is worth praying for.
Some day, my three young granddaughters are going to become aware of this “take a knee” protest movement, and they will ask me, “Pa, did you take a knee?”
And I will answer, “Yes, I took a knee. I took a knee before I left on every deployment, praying that myself and my fellow soldiers would come back home safely. I took a knee when my friend died and left a newborn daughter and young wife behind, because it hurt so bad I couldn’t stand. I took a knee in front of a World War II veteran, because he couldn’t stand, and simply wanted someone to talk to. Yes, I took a knee.”
When I was considering joining the military, my grandmother and I were talking about it, and I said that I was nervous, because it could be so dangerous. “What if I get sent to war somewhere and don’t make it back?”
I have never forgotten her response. “Dave, I would rather kneel at the grave of a hero than stand at the side of a coward.”
I would take a knee, but only for those worthy.