Remembering Dad on Flag Day
I wore the Stars and Stripes on Flag Day, in memory of what my father once told me about how much the flag meant to him. There was no more meaningful sight to him than Old Glory on the battlefields of World War II, because it showed him where safety was in the midst of combat's chaos. It also reminded him of what he was fighting to protect.
We're a long way from the ideals we claim to value in this Great Experiment, but may we see progress in our tireless efforts to draw closer to the truths we hold to be self-evident.