“Proud to be an American” means different things to different people. Ask anyone and I’m sure they’ll provide a story that defines their patriotism.

Looking back, I guess I’ve always felt a sense of pride in being an American. From reciting the Pledge of Allegiance in grade school to standing as our flag passed during a parade, I’ve carried that sense of pride with me. And, as I’ve grown older, it’s grown deeper.

My father flew B-29s during WWII and I think I inherited some of my pride from him. He taught me the value of hard work and self reliance, the meaning of honor, and about love of country. I was proud of him and was honored to follow in his footsteps during the Viet Nam war. Military service further honed the love I felt for my country and I was proud to serve her.

After 9/11, I felt the national swell of pride as American flags flew from cars, storefronts and front porches. There were rallies every weekend and I attended many of them. The country was again united, proud Americans all.

And although there are fewer rallies and fewer flags adorning cars these days, I know that most of us are still proud Americans. Pride in America helped mold me into who I am today and I think I’m a better person because of it. I’m truly proud to be an American.

Be sure to check out the other Patriotic Journeyers… JimK, Scott, Larry, Drumwaster, and Cosmicbabe.