Strong words, no matter the context.

I renounce you, America.  Really.  Formally.  Take my citizenship; I don't want it.

Even stronger words, with dire consequences.

Many returning veterans probably felt that way after fighting in Vietnam.  Some of them even acted on their feelings.

Today I experienced the unusual situation of helping two people become U.S. Citizens; one for the first time, and one for the second time.  Both of them were overwhelmed with happiness.

One came from abroad, and is someone who America should welcome with open arms.  Hard working, smart, highly educated, and so happy to live in America.

One was born abroad, the child of American parents.  Favored with dual citizenship, a choice was made in an environment where veterans were not only not appreciated, but were sometimes treated with derision, as though they had done something wrong by fighting for their country.  Take it back, he said.  Take my citizenship.

Many years later, appreciation was finally shown.  A successful businessman now, acknowledging his youthful mistake, he was welcomed back into the arms of America.  You don't even have to wait for the next swearing in ceremony, he was told.  In a highly unusual move,  a phone call was made and authority was obtained to swear him in on the spot.  You earned it through your service to your country, he was told.  Minutes later he was a changed man.  An American citizen for the second time in his life.  The ultimate comeback.

We had a good day, tater.