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Since May, 2001 I have been a member
of I Love America!  Click on the logo for 
information on how you can join!

Click here to visit my I Love America! page

I have always been a proud American.  I am the daughter of parents 
of the "WWII generation", who instilled the values of duty, honor, country, 
patriotism, freedom, unity, dignity, pride, in me as a child.  
Those values live at the very core of me, as a woman with children of her own.
  I am so very proud of our country and its heroes.  The tragic events
of September 11, 2001 have deepened my belief in America as a
nation, and in Americans as people.  I walk among you and I stand
proud with you; I also drop to my knees with you, and cry with you.
That is America today, and I think our Pledge of Allegiance says its best
"one nation, under God, INDIVISIBLE, with liberty and justice for all."

 

 

Father Mychal Judge was a Franciscan Friar,
the Chaplain of the FDNY. He was known and loved
by the NYC Firefighters members. He was killed on 9-11-01,
while administering last rites to a dying firefighter at the
foot of the South Tower of the World Trade Center.


This was his prayer:
Lord, Take me where you want me to go;
Let me meet who you want me to meet;
Tell me what you want me to say,
and Keep me out of your way.

 

These are the links to my memorial pages ~ please take a moment to view them if you wish.

Memorial Tribute - The Day the World Cried

Memorial Quilt

 

This is a wonderful and loving project started by my friend Donna of Angels on My Side.
Please take a moment to visit this site and help spread angelic love!

 

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 are 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, and Rome.
   And the beaches of Normandy, Guam,
Okinawa, Korea, Saigon and 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 on the streets of my country.
   And when it's 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 soldiers,
or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent
at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,
   I am proud.

   MY NAME IS OLD GLORY
   LONG MAY I WAVE.