Ah yes, Soldier City. Where the humidity is thick, the honor is thicker, and the local hardware store stocks more flags than nails. A place where patriotism isn’t a bumper sticker, it’s a birthright.
This shirt? It’s not for tourists. It’s for those who know the difference between a barbecue and a cookout, who’ve stood at attention during a hurricane, and who still fold the flag like it’s a sacred ritual. The cotton? Resilient. The fit? Confident. The message? Clear as a cadence call echoing off the Kissimmee River.
