I am from small town america. My mother drove a school bus, my father delivered the mail. My grandparents as well as many other members of my family were farmers. The pride for America we had in our family was something that everyone could see. Every July the month started out with a parade, carnival, and fireworks. It was in celebration of Independence day. All of our young ment that went away to war and came back home were honored with a home coming. The ones that did not come home are perhaps the ones that left the most impact on our hearts. One young man my mom went to school with Bob Tunison unfortently did not return from war. His mother was left devestated and the the little town mourned. In honoree of Mr. Tunison a park was erected and his story continues to be told. I am proud to be from that little town and I am proud to be an American.