Acta Non Verba. Deeds, not words.

The creed has no owner. It belongs to every man who lives it. His promise is a deed that hasn't happened yet. And his deeds speak louder than any words he could say.

The flag is big enough to own a wall, and the polyester takes rain and wind if it hangs outside. A metal grommet sits in each corner. Every hem is folded and sewn twice, so the edges don't fray.