Is no one moved to tears at the sound of their national anthem, whatever it is?
Boy, I am. Any national anthem, actually. I am real fun at baseball games, rodeos and the like.
I think this comes from a childhood experience. I was on a boat, the S.S. America, coming home from a year on an AFB in Germany with my mom, and I was about six. This is not normally how an Air Force family travels but I think my mother wanted to keep close watch on the BMW bubble car she was bringing home, and to save some money by driving it across the country. (Or maybe she just wanted all the quizzical looks and the questions—what is it, a motorized roller skate? It opens from the front?)
At any rate being the only kid on board, except for some babies, I had found an old German couple and was “helping them learn American” while they “helped me learn German” which consisted of my asking them, “Was ist das?” They’d answer me, and then they’d ask me, “What is that?” and I’d tell them the American name. They were very nice about it. I was of an age where I could do that kind of thing all day, and I probably did, doubtless boring them to distraction.
But at last the day arrived (8 days is a long time, to a 6-year-old) when we disembarked, and the band was playing patriotic music, of course, as the Statute of Liberty came into view and during the whole time we were disembarking. My elderly German friends were close enough for me to see them and they were small, not really too much taller than I was, so I had them in view, in the crush of people, as we walked down the ramp. And the band was playing “My Country ‘Tis of Thee,” otherwise known as “God Save The Queen,” and I was so dumb I thought the last part of the first line was “O-V-I-C,” not “Of thee I sing.”
Anyway, my mother had me firmly by the hand. About this time the band launched into the “Star Spangled Banner,” which was probably going to be its finale, and suddenly my old German friends tripped on the gangplank, which was kind of knobby and rough, and dipped and swayed a bit, although gently, as a result of the movement of the boat. As they were old and frail and I worried about them I dragged my mom forward to see if they were okay and help them up, only to find out they hadn’t tripped. They had reached the end of the gangplank and fallen to their knees, both of them, on purpose, so they could kiss the ground.