Operation Good Boy

Greater love has no one than this, to lay down one's life for one's friends.

It's the standard that's been carried into every conflict this country has ever fought. By soldiers. By first responders. By handlers who sent their dogs in first and held their breath until they came back out.

It is not a metaphor to these people. It is a daily reality.

Honor that today. Honor the ones who live by it. And if you are one of them, thank you.

You are known. You are not forgotten. 🇺🇸

April 19, 1775. Lexington, Massachusetts.

A small group of colonial militiamen stood on a village green and refused to move.

What happened next, the first shots of the American Revolution, the beginning of a war that would birth a nation, started not with generals or politicians, but with ordinary people who decided the line had been crossed.

They rode through the night to warn their neighbors. They stood in fields against professional soldiers. They believed that some things were worth fighting for even when the odds were impossible.

That spirit didn't die at Yorktown. It showed up at Gettysburg, at Normandy, at Chosin, at Fallujah. It shows up every time someone puts on a uniform and decides that freedom is worth defending.

Loyalty to something larger than yourself. That's the founding instinct of this country. And it's the instinct every working dog, every veteran, and every first responder carries into the field.

Happy Patriots' Day. 🇺🇸