Many years ago I spent some time on a base overseas where the only U.S. flags I saw were the one in front of our wing headquarters building on base, the one at the U.S. embassy, or the ones being burned by protestors.
The sweet sound of the Star Spangled Banner rang through the air only once a year at this base. I can tell you this, that once-a-year treat sent chills down my spine and brought tears to my eyes.
To quote an old song, “ You don’t know what you’ve got ‘till it’s gone.” Our flag is special and deserves our respect.
It flies all over our great land, reminding us of the freedoms we love. It’s carried into battle to inspire those willing to fight for it.
It drapes over the caskets of our fallen heroes who gave their all for it.
(Contributing writer Everett Vanover lives in Fairfield, Calif.)