A grizzled man with red eyes stands strong in a dramatic rainstorm with lightning, surrounded by shadowy figures and American flags at sunset.

a hard, grizzled forty-year-old man with dark hair standing strong before a tremendous downpour with lightening for family, God, and freedom and liberty as his enemies rush towards him -- And when the last long night has had its say And the storm’s blown clean and through, You’ll find me still, on a sunlit hill, With my eyes on the red, white, and blue. Still loving hard, still standing fast, Still answering freedom’s call— Because a man ain’t measured by shelter or calm, But by how he stands when the heavens fall. See more