Duty, Words, and the Presidential Debate

Photo by Mason New

In 1992, I voted for the first time in a presidential election. I remember vividly the pride, the responsibility, in fact the joy filling in the circle next to the name of my chosen candidate, a feeling similar to the one the year before when I signed my selective service card registering for the draft. I felt then as I do now that in the United States, warts and all, liberty thrives. Only through voting and service do…