And still stand proud with my h
and over my heart when I hear the National Anthe
Every single morning started exactly the same way.
The bell would ring.
We would stand up straight by our wooden desks.
We placed our right hands firmly over our hearts.
We looked at Old Glory hanging in the corner.
Then, we sang with everything we had.
The classroom was filled with young voices united in one song.
Nobody told us to feel guilty about our heritage.
We were taught to honor the sacrifices of those who came before us.
Patriotism was not a political statement.
It was a shared heartbeat.
Look at picture.
It reminds us of a time when unity started in childhood.
We truly loved our country.
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