As the first rays of morning light wash over the Eastern seaboard, a flag is unfurled with broad stripes and bright stars.
A soldier stands guard over sleeping heroes – known only to their Maker.
A resting place for the Common Man.
A farmer in the heartland gathers his crop as golden wheat shimmers in the breeze.
A rancher gallops along the Texas Hill Country, herding his cattle to the stockyards.
A river boat captain pilots his boat down the muddy waters of the Mississippi, a carpenter hangs sheetrock in Fort Wayne, Indiana.
A job for the Common Man
In a Tennessee church house, a candle flickers – a preacher prays on bended knee, asking God to bless our land – to shed his grace on thee.
A prayer for the Common Man.
When the floodwaters rise and the storm clouds billow, we stand ready to help – feeding the hungry, mending the wounded, rebuilding homes and lives.
Goodwill for the Common Man.
And in some distant land, at this very moment, a soldier stands guard. Defending our nation – our sovereignty — tending Lady Liberty’s flame.
Young men and young women from our big cities and small towns, willing to sacrifice their lives so that we can be free.
A Protector for the Common Man.
This is our home, our nation. We are the sons and daughters of the Common Man. A generous people. an honorable people. a noble people. We’ve been forged by freedom’s fire. We’ve been girded by Providence.
We are an exceptional nation established by common men – proud Americans all.