One stitch at a time; one stitch for every battle, every man left behind, every dream for the future. The cries throughout the land set a cadence by which she sews; the cries of families torn apart, women left alone, and children left parentless. They cry out that their sacrifice not be in vain. In and out the needle slides, weaving together the emblem of heartbreak and hope. She cuts the final thread, and her monument is raised to the skies to be viewed by generations to come. It is the symbol of hope, here in the Land of Freedom.