By Paul Koch

I love this country. I grew up in a proud and patriotic family. We flew the flag in front of our home, and my older brother and I learned how to properly fold it from an early age. Every 4th of July, my dad would light fireworks (though they were illegal in our town) as we basked in the celebration of our nation’s independence. In fact, I still get choked up when I lend my voice to thousands of others as we sing the national anthem at a Dodger game.