Dear Colin Kaepernick, I happened to be watching the beginning of your televised football game last night while waiting at the Newport News/Williamsburg Airport for my husband to return from Iraq. It wasn’t a sightseeing tour. He had been gone for almost three months. The return from Iraq is a comedy of errors with trains, planes, and Humvees that takes over three days for him to reach U.S. soil. In his tiredness, my husband had sent me his departure time instead of his arrival time, which is how I ended up watching your team as I sat alone in the airport lobby.
I have to be honest; I cried. I watched as you and some of your team members chose not to stand during the national anthem. You were positioned behind members from all branches of the armed forces who held a large U.S. flag across the field. The irony was too much for me.
I am the product of over 50 years of military service, not as a service member but as a daughter and wife. My father retired...
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