I would first like to acknowledge those who fought and died, and those who are fighting now, for the privilege of freely expressing my opinion on these webpages. Thank You to all Veterans, Past, Present and Future, for fighting for the freedoms symbolized by "Old Glory". I am eternally grateful.

I Honor the US Flag, and I Remember Those Who Fight To Keep It Waving!

courtesy of Doc's Patriotic Graphics

unlike the cowards who choose to desecrate or burn me because they feel they should have the right to do so.

"Why Would Someone Burn The United States Flag?"

All of this talk about the Flag Desecration Amendment has made me want to say a few words on the subject myself. It makes no sense to me that it should be okay to destroy a symbol of the United States Government and what it stands for.

*The Colors of the American Flag signify:

Red:  Hardiness and Valor
White   Purity and Innocence
Blue:  Vigilance, Perseverance, and Justice

The Stars are considered a symbol of the heavens and the divine goal to which man has aspired from time immemorial.

The Stripes are symbolic of the rays of light emanating from the sun.

* Info taken from Symbols of U.S. Government: The Flag

I would like someone to explain it to me. like I'm a six year old, what "Freedom of Speech" has to do with destroying honor, valor, purity, and innocence. What does our right to 'having an opinion and stating it' have to do with having total disregard and disrespect for the symbols that represent the heavens and the sun.To me, when people burn the flag that is what it feels like they are doing.

It goes to show you what kind of times we are living in. These things mean nothing to those who choose to allow people to burn the flag. They are telling us it is our right to do so. It is almost as though they are not only giving us permission, but also encouraging us to do it. Ask a veteran who fought in one of our country's wars what they think of obliterating something that stands for what they risked their lives for.

I found a wonderful website linked from Chuck "Doc" Stewart's page. Please take a few moments to visit this site. I learned quite a few things about "Old Glory" that I never knew before.

Being the parent of elementary school age children, it is disheartening to know that all you try to teach your kids about love of country and about being proud to be an American can be washed away. They find out that people can burn the American Flag to 'voice their opinion', or 'to make a statement'. Whatever happened to writing a letter to voice your concerns, or forming a peaceful rally and giving a speech to tell people what bothers you. Why burn the flag?

Is it now, "Baseball, Mom, Apple Pie, and Burn the Flag if you feel like it"?

Not to this proud American, it isn't!

Here's something else I think. Here is the definition of Anti-Americanism: "often Anti-American sentiment, covers a broad range of attitudes and actions that are thought to be opposed or hostile to the government, culture, or people of the United States".

To me, even wanting to have the right to burn the US Flag without ever actually burning it, is Anti-American. Read the following story to see what the flag meant to someone who served our country and fought for these liberal morons' "right" to burn the flag.

"Honoring the American Flag"
(Condensed from a speech by Leo K. Thorsness,
recipient of The Congressional Medal of Honor)

You've probably seen the bumper sticker somewhere along the road. It depicts an American Flag, accompanied by the words "These colors don't run." I'm always glad to see this, because it reminds me of an incident from my confinement in North Vietnam at the Hao Lo POW Camp, or the "Hanoi Hilton," as it became known. Then a Major in the US Air Force, I had been captured and imprisoned from 1967 to 1973. Our treatment had been frequently brutal. After three years, however, the beatings and torture became less frequent.

During the last year, we were allowed outside most days for a couple of minutes to bathe. We showered by drawing water from a concrete tank with a homemade bucket. One day as we all stood by the tank, stripped of our clothes, a young Naval pilot named Mike Christian found the remnants of a handkerchief in a gutter that ran under the prison wall. Mike managed to sneak the grimy rag into our cell and began fashioning it into a flag.

Over time we all loaned him a little soap, and he spent days cleaning the material. We helped by scrounging and stealing bits and pieces of anything he could use. At night, under his mosquito net, Mike worked on the flag. He made red and blue from ground-up roof tiles and tiny amounts of ink and painted the colors onto the cloth with watery rice glue. Using thread from his own blanket and a homemade bamboo needle, he sewed on stars.

Early in the morning a few days later, when the guards were not alert, he whispered loudly from the back of our cell, "Hey gang, look here." He proudly held up this tattered piece of cloth, waving it as if in a breeze. If you used your imagination, you could tell it was supposed to be an American flag. When he raised that smudgy fabric, we automatically stood straight and saluted, our chests puffing out, and more than a few eyes had tears.

About once a week the guards would strip us, run us outside and go through our clothing. During one of those shakedowns, they found Mike's flag. We all knew what would happen. That night they came for him.

Night interrogations were always the worst. They opened the cell door and pulled Mike out. We could hear the beginning of the torture before they even had him in the torture cell. They beat him most of the night.

About daylight they pushed what was left of him back through the cell door. He was badly broken; even his voice was gone. Within two weeks, despite the danger, Mike scrounged another piece of cloth and began another flag. The Stars and Stripes, our national symbol, was worth the sacrifice to him. Now whenever I see the flag, I think of Mike and the morning he first waved that tattered emblem of a nation. It was then, thousands of miles from home in a lonely prison cell, that he showed us what it is to be truly free.

I Pledge Allegiance to the flag of the United States of America,
and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God,
indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

Visit My Name is Old Glory!

"Here is something in such simple terms that even you draft-card burning, overgrown hippie anti-war protesters can understand:

"Remember Me"

Lately I have become concerned about the people I represent. I no longer see the Pride in your eyes that I once seen when I traveled down your streets in the Veterans Day parades and on the 4th of July. The people that once saluted me and those that held their hand over their heart as I passed now just look around to see what others are doing. Could it be that they don't see me? This is what it must be, because I haven't changed. I am still the same flag that accompanied so many of our countrymen as they defended this great country. As I wave in the breeze I am waving for each and ever one of them. I represent the people of this country and not the disappointment you may have with our Government. I have never had a vote in anything. I stand for the freedom that the people have given to this country.

You are the heroes, not the Government. You are the ones that go to work each day and do what is necessary to see that the children have clothes and shoes and plenty of food. That is why I call you heroes. This is the spirit that I represent. This is why I was created, as a constant reminder to the people of American that with pride in our country and a strong belief in God we can over come any obstacle that is put in our path.

We are still the greatest country in the world. WE ARE AMERICA. So the next time you pass by me just give me a wink or allow a glimmer of pride or just a simple wave to let all the soldiers that have died so you can live free and I can fly free will know that their sacrifice was not in vain.

courtesty of: America Remembers

courtesty of: America Remembers

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