Holding up all that is noble, virtuous and true midst the cynicism of the passing age amongst those who return home broken by the horrors of war amongst those who reach our shores with the hope of reaching for the impossible dream amongst those who ridicule a simple patriotism, I will still rise when I hear the call of the anthem played, the prayer sung and the flag waved. I will still rise to honor those comrades fallen on battlefields soon forgot as we soldier on for the invisible republic that lives yet in the hearts of men.
