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Friday, October 10, 2008

You Take That Flag

I read a reply in one of the threads that inspired me to look at the perfect photo showing the US flag. It wasn't intended to be about Sarah Palin, but lo-and-behold, there she popped up anyway.

Here is my paen to Old Glory, my country's flag.


You take that flag. Honour it and cherish it.

Your country's history shows in every stripe, in every star. The sacrifice is visible in the fields of red; the blood of men who fought for her, and the sweat of women who toiled in their absence. The white inbetwixt and inbetween is for every person who fell through a void, but found there was light at the end of the tunnel when other countries offered darkness. The blue straddles the stars, and cannot be separated from each other. It's a play of light and sky, sea and land, this country of our birth or of our welcome.

You take that flag, and hold it close to you.

It means too much to let go of it casually. Our ancestors' muscles are etched onto it, and they handed it over trusting we would know the right time to pass it on to the right person.

So you take that flag, and you fight for its life. You cherish it for no special reason, and for reasons which men cannot utter out loud, because you either feel it or you don't.

If you don't pass that flag to the person next to you, they'll never feel what you feel when you hold it. This is not a test of being an American. There are no rules to make you love it this way.

But if you don't cry at least once in your life when you see it waving, if you're not willing to defend it when others stomp on it, you are no American. You might never be.

So I'll keep this flag, and hold it closer. Because I know when someone asks me if they can hold it, that I have found the right person to give it to.

"You take that flag."

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