In December of 2008, a few close friends got together to support another friend’s son who was critically injured in Iraq. These men and women teamed up with OPERATION MOMS Cookies and did a benefit for the young man and his family.

 After this humbling experience, finding our communities wanted and needed to do something from local families, businesses, and city counsel, this Team of Patriots realized that their support was needed abroad.

 In May of 2009, they used their avenue, cooking, as an idea to build a grill unlike any other, which became a Blueprint for their work. Over the long winter months, they built this Grill from scratch.

 In light of our troops overseas and our veterans, the grill was named “Freedom” to honor those men and women who wear the Uniform with dedication and honor for our country.

 After a year in the making, Freedom’s debut was May 2010 alongside with MOMS Cookies for MOMS fourth Annual Bike Run and just recently was at work again at a MOMS fundraiser for Excelon Braidwood’s annual Fishing for a Cure, of which MOMS was a beneficiary.

There is no cost, its purely volunteer work, from time to product…they see it as their way of saying thank you to the past, present, and future men and women of the armed forces and their families.

I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me.

I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice. I stand for freedom.I am confident. I am arrogant. I am proud.

When I am flown with my fellow banners, My head is a little higher, My colors a little truer.

I bow to no one!I am recognized all over the world. I am worshipped - I am saluted. I am loved - I am revered.I am respected - and I am feared.

I have fought in every battle of every war for more then 200 years.

I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appamatox. I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France,
in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy. Guam, Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me.
I was there. I led my troops, I was dirty, battleworn and tired, But my soldiers cheered me and I was proud.

I have been burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have helped set free. It does not hurt for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled in the streets of my country. And when it's done by those
Whom I've served in battle - it hurts. But I shall overcome - for I am strong. I have slipped the bonds of Earth
and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon. I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours. But my finest hours are yet to come. When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield, When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier, Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter, I am proud.

Please forward my message to all who still love and respect me that I may fly proudly for another two hundred years.

Photo taken in 1982. 3 Nuclear Aircraft Carriers with escorts. USS Nimiz USS Eisenhower USS Carl Vincent