juan sebastian restrepo, who was born in colombia, emigrated to america as a child, and died fighting at the bottom of a hill in afghanistan. there was no running water at restrepo, no cooked food, no communication with the outside world and absolutely no privacy. mostly, therwas just a lot of con at. the plats in several hundred firefights that year, and everyone out there was almost killed. and yet watched perfectly ordinary people risk their lives to keep others safe. no one was more anportant than yone else and race, religion,po and litics had absolutely no importance at restpo. every fourth of july i think about men like private restrepo and what this country must mean to them. four percent of our military aren't even u.s.itizens. and yet they emigrate to our shores, put on a uniform and fight and die for us. what is it they are fighting fo what is it they are risking death for? for many, of course, it is economic opportunity. but that very economic opportunity is rooted in the idea of a just society where people are judged on their own merits rather than for the sound of tir las