Independence Day Late

I totally flaked out yesterday and forgot to post this. Post-beach holiday hangover and the latest Jackie Collins novel will do that to a girl.


In honor of the celebration of my country's birthday, I went hunting for video of perhaps the most amazing and patriotic experience I've ever been a part of. And wouldn't you know that YouTube didn't let me down:

I love this for a lot of reasons.

First and foremost, it's Miss Whitney, at her very best, before BobbyBrown and crack and whatever else made her the caricature that we see today. Her voice, majestic and radient, coupled with the subtle elegance of the backing Florida Orchestra made this rendition of the National Anthem truly iconic. It's my favorite version ever.

Better yet is the fact that was there in person to hear her sing. Super Bowl XXV. Tampa Stadium. 1991. The Buffalo Bills versus the New York Giants. Phil Simms in his heyday. Hell of a game, with a heartbreaking finish for the resiliant Bills fans.

The game was played literally days after the first Gulf War started. MacDill Air Force Base in Tampa was Central Command. And the largest sporting event in the world was held just about five miles away. The images of the movie Black Sunday were evoked by the media frequently in the week preceeding the game. My dad was on the local Super Bowl planning committe, and as a resulting perk, got to purchase tickets. I had nosebleed seats (and a date that crapped out on me at the last minute. Douchebag. Yet another story for another day.)

Security was intense. The air was electric with varying currents of anxiety and anticipation. I was frisked, poked, prodded and explored. But.. when the orchestra played those oh-so-familiar notes and Whitney opened her mouth to sing, you could feel the tension subside and the entire stadium, down to a person, swell with pride and love of country.

This Gulf War was the first taste of combat my generation could fully grasp, as we were too young to completely understand the nuances of Vietnam (although I remember vividly seeing Dan Rather reporting on the war on the CBS evening news while we ate dinner.) And it was vivid -- CNN brought every single action and movement to us, live, 24/7, and in color (remember the green of the night over Baghdad behind Arthur "Scud Stud" Kent?)

We weren't jaded then to all things war-related, as we are now. That first blush of war unearthed patriotism and uncertainty and curiosity, colored by naivete and hopeful expectations for resolution and the obligation of our country as the protector of the world. Little did we know what would lie ahead, fifteen years later, as we struggle to make sense of a war that shouldn't have happened and seemingly has no end for the brave men and women who are simply doing their jobs as military employees.

But that January night, as Whitney let forth with the glory of her voice, dropping over us the words of love for country, we simply embraced the moment for what it was -- one cloaked in pride for who we were and what we stood for as Americans.

It's a good reminder. One I sorely needed.


Red7Eric said...

Was Whitney ever really that cream-cheesy? I have a feeling that her real self emerged when she hooked up with BOBBEEEEHHH ...

Just sayin'.

thombeau said...

My, how things change. Even the phrase "bombs bursting in air" has a different significance.


laura petrie said...

Ah, red7eric, I agree that the real Whitney came bustin' out when she married Bobbybrown. But her manufactured image was indeed a nice dose of cream chesse. And The Bodyguard was still to come...

And thombeau, who'd thunk we'd be jaded veterans of war media coverage this many years later. Sigh and ugh indeed.