My American creed is to defend my family and friends. My family came here in 1943 during World War 2. My grandfather came here to help stop the war and bring peace. He came here to start over and in doing so they were discriminated for being Italian. Even though he came to help defend this country, it makes me sad to think that those people insulted and were annoyed by my grandfather who left his homeland to help fight. He was willing to put his life on the line for their freedom. His sacrifice to give up everything and start over in an endeavor to aid America should not go unnoticed. My family wanted to live their life, it was hard trying make the best of the situation but they succeeded. The point of this is my family and they are the hardest working people I know and they mean everything.