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The moto of JROTC is:   To Motivate Young People to Become Better Citizens.


I am an Army JROTC Cadet.

I will always conduct myself to bring credit to my family, country, school, and the corps of cadets.

I am loyal and patriotic.

I am the future of the United States of America.

I do not lie, cheat, or steal and will always be accountable for my good deeds and actions.

I will always practice good citizenship and patriotism.

I will work hard to improve my mind and strengthen my body.

I will seek the mantle of leadership and be prepared to uphold the Constitution and the American way of life.

May God grant me the strength to always live by this creed.

History Of JROTC

Chain Of Command

Trojan Battalion Staff



Military Ball Picture Album

Cadet Challenge Picture Album

Drill Dreams

Drill Machine

Female Color Guard

Male Color Guard

Rifle Teams



I Am the Flag of the

Of America
 I am the flag of the  United States of America.
 My name is
Old Glory.

I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
 I stand watch in
America's halls of justice.
 I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
 I stand guard with power in the world.
 Look up and see me.

I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
 I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am  proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners,
My head is a little  higher,
My colors a little truer.

I bow to no one!
I am recognized  all over the world.
I am worshipped - I am saluted.
I am loved - I am  revered.
I am respected - and I am feared.
I have fought in every battle

of every war

for more then 200 years.

I was flown at
Valley Forge, 

Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appomattox.

I was there at
San Juan Hill,

the trenches of France,

in the
Argonne Forest,

Anzio, Rome and the beaches of  Normandy.

Guam, Okinawa, Korea and

KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me.

I was  there.
I led my troops, I was dirty, battle worn and tired,
But my soldiers  cheered me and I was proud.
I have been burned, torn and trampled on the

streets of countries I have helped set free.
It does not hurt for I am  invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and

trampled in the streets of my country.
And when it's done by those

Whom I've served in battle - it  hurts.
But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
I have slipped the  bonds of Earth

and stood watch over the uncharted

frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon.
I have borne silent witness to all of
America's finest hours.
But my finest hours are yet to come.
When I am torn  into strips and used as bandages

for my wounded comrades on the  battlefield,
When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier,
Or when I  lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent
at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,
I am proud.

May I fly proudly

                                         for another two hundred years.