Received this in an email
Take a knee .  .  .  .
    Take a little trip to Valley Forge in January.  Hold a musket ball in your
    fingers and imagine it piercing your flesh and breaking a bone or two.
    There won't be a doctor or trainer to assist you until after the battle, so
    Just wait your turn.  Take your cleats and socks off to get a real
    experience.
    Then, take a knee on the beach in Normandy where man after American man
    stormed the beach, even as the one in front of him was shot to pieces, the
    very sea stained with American blood.  The only blockers most had were the
    dead bodies in front of them, riddled with bullets from enemy fire.
    Take a knee in the sweat soaked jungles of Vietnam.  From Khe Sanh to
    Saigon, anywhere will do.  Americans died in all those jungles.  There was no
    playbook that told them what was next, but they knew what flag they
    represented.   When they came home, they were protested as well, and spit on
    or reasons only cowards know.
    Take another knee in the blood drenched sands of Fallujah in 110 degree
    heat.  Wear your Kevlar helmet and battle dress.   Your number won't be
    printed on it unless your number is up!   You'll need to stay hydrated but
    there won't be anyone to squirt Gatorade into your mouth.  You're on your
    own.
    There are a lot of places to take a knee where Americans have given their
    lives all over the world.   When you use the banner under which they fought
    as a source for your displeasure, you dishonor the memories of those who
    bled for the very freedoms you have.  That's what the red stripes mean.  It
    represents the blood of those who spilled a sea of it defending your
    liberty.
    While you're on your knee, pray for those that came before you, not on a
    manicured lawn striped and printed with numbers to announce every inch of
    ground taken, but on nameless hills and bloodied beaches and sweltering
    forests and bitter cold mountains, every inch marked by an American life
    lost serving that flag you protest.
    No cheerleaders, no announcers, no coaches, no fans, just American men and
    women, delivering the real fight against those who chose to harm us,
    blazing a path so you would have the right to "take a knee."   You haven't
    any inkling of what it took to get you where you are, but your "protest" is
    duly noted.  Not only is it disgraceful to a nation of real heroes, it
    serves the purpose of pointing to your ingratitude for those who chose to
    defend you under that banner that will still wave long after your jersey is
    retired.
    If you really feel the need to take a knee, come with me to church on
    Sunday and we'll both kneel before Almighty God.  We'll thank Him for
    preserving this country for as long as He has.  We'll beg forgiveness for our
    ingratitude for all He has provided us.  We'll appeal to Him for
    understanding and wisdom.  We'll pray for liberty and justice for all,
    because He is the one who provides those things.  But there will be no
    protest.  There will only be gratitude for His provision and a plea for His
    continued grace and mercy on the land of the free and the home of the
    brave.   It goes like this, GOD BLESS AMERICA.