When I was a girl, television signed off after the late news aired. And the last thing that played was the National Anthem. You know, the Star Spangled Banner. The song of which so many entertainers forget the words, and so many more of our young children never learn. But around our house, it was always a big deal. My dad was a survivor of the Bataan Death March. He spent 21 years in the Air Force. My mom was an Army nurse. My military history goes back to the American Revolution, every generation having had at least one member, and often many members, in the armed services. I stand proud when the flag passes by. And so it was a thrill when I saw
How proudly she still waves!