06/10/2026
People sometimes ask why I run with the American flag.
It’s not because I think I’m making some grand statement.
It’s because I think about moments like Iwo Jima.
Imagine lying in black volcanic sand, covered in sweat, dirt, and blood. Exhausted. Wondering if you’ll ever see your family again. Wondering if the last letter you sent home will actually be the last one.
Then you look up through the smoke and see the flag being raised over Mount Suribachi.
Not because the war is over.
Not because life suddenly became easy.
But because it meant something.
It meant sacrifice wasn’t forgotten.
It meant hope still existed.
It meant home was still worth fighting for.
I’ll never claim to understand what those men endured. But I can honor them.
So when I run with the flag, I’m not carrying it for attention.
I carry it because generations before us carried far heavier burdens.
I carry it because freedom wasn’t free.
And I carry it because I believe remembering matters.
That’s why I run with the flag. 🇺🇸
