" I will never forget the first time I saw Flags for Heroes in Easton. Row upon row of American flags all waving in unison... there was such serenity in this dramatic scene... I could imagine men and women in uniform standing beside each flag. It was easy to envision my father and uncles as they would have been going off to war...My thoughts also went to my grandmothers who each gave more than one son to an uncertain future in defense of their new country, never knowing from day to day where there beloved sons where, how they were or if they would ever see them again. It is about remembering.