Took my scouts out this evening to retire a flag. It was sorta' make do as we meet downtown, but I brought a drum and some charcoal. We lined them up, said the pledge of allegiance, explained the parts of the flag and what they mean. I tried to tell them a little of the men and women who scrificed so they could be there in their uniforms at a scout meeting. As we started to burn, I cut the flag, stripes first, so that all the uniformed scouts could burn a little piece. Just across the road, a car stopped, and an old gentleman got out, stood at attention with his hand over his heart until the entire event was over.
I talked to him, and found he had been at Normandy, and he was kind enough to come over and talk to my scouts a bit.
Not many of these old guys left. Be sure to tell them thank you when you meet one.
Ben