THE MORNING air in Tennessee can be thick with damp earth and woodsmoke. It is the sound of a heavy porch swing creaking against a quiet house, and the way the mist clings to the ridges of the Great Smokies like a soft, gray wool blanket. In our small towns, you see it in the hand-painted flagpole in a front yard or the way a neighbor pauses, hat in hand, as a funeral procession passes by. It is a quiet, grounded pride that smells like rain on hot asphalt and tastes like a home-cooked meal shared among friends.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There may be days the question \u201cwhat if \u201d keeps you awake and the world feels too big. It is the cold realization of what it means to be truly alone in a dangerous world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But Tennessee earned its nickname because we refuse to let that silence take root. We are the Volunteer State not by chance, but by bravery that began when our ancestors grabbed their rifles and stepped forward without being asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To our veterans: you are the reason that \u201cafraid\u201d is a feeling we rarely have to know. You stood in the breach so we could sleep soundly; you traded your own comfort for our collective peace. We are a community bound together by the shield you provided.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Our freedom is a gift purchased by the men and women who have the volunteer spirit. They remind us that we are part of a grand, courageous lineage that chooses service over self. Because of them, we walk in the light of liberty, anchored by the strength of those who stood up when the world called for heroes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tennessee volunteers so that no one has to stand afraid. GN<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" THE MORNING air in Tennessee can be thick with damp earth and woodsmoke. It is the sound of a heavy porch swing creaking against a quiet house, and the way the mist clings to the ridges of the Great Smokies like a soft, gray wool blanket. In our small towns, you see it in the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":25304,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":"","_members_access_role":[],"_members_access_error":""},"categories":[76,75,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25302","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-letter-from-the-editor","category-shelbyville","category-stories"],"yoast_head":"\n