I, as many others here, have known the sting of a loved one lost in a united effort to protect this land. I cherish the memories of friends who have gone this way.
Each and every conflict this nation has pursued has produced widows and orphans who never had the opportunity to see this person enjoy the fruits of his labor.
To a person, man or woman, I doubt the last thoughts running thru their minds, as life flashed before them, was of a flag. Generally, from some experience, it was momma or a sweetheart, or children, on occasion remorse.
Now you can put this flag on a pedestal and raise it as high, or higher, than the Cross of calvary if you want, that is your privilege, your right.
I think you do disservice to those that have fallen. You have made a piece of cloth, heck boys it aint even cloth anymore, something more than than life, more than flesh and blood.
You would do well to just go on your way and be quiet with your thoughts, praise em to yourownself. I will give honor and glory to those who have passed, raise memories of those who gave all, honor them and their loved ones with a flag, but boys I will not raise that flag above them. That flag, me and you, are here because of them, that flag has never shed one drop of blood.
I cherish the flag that draped my Daddy's casket, I do, but boys you better honor him more than that flag or I will fight ya.
Now you can stick this flag business where the sun doan shine I have had it with this post.
Blessings
