As a parent, I guess I always thought respect for the flag was congenital. Is it possible I was so busy teaching the basics, I never took the time to teach “flag.”
She included in her column a few well known quotes along with her own words about what she was saying to her children instead of teaching "flag".
“Oh say can you see by the dawn’s early light.…”
(Don’t slouch. Pick up your feet. Don’t talk with food in your mouth. Stop squinting. Turn that radio down. Get off the phone. Tie that shoestring before you trip on it.”)
Did I forget to tell them it was their flag they hoisted over Mount Suribachi? Their flag that flies over champions at the Olympics? Their flag that draped the coffin of John F. Kennedy? Their flag that was planted in the windless atmosphere of the moon? It’s pride. It’s love. It’s goose bumps. It’s tears. It’s determination. It’s a torch that is passed from one generation to another.
I defy you to look at it and tell me you feel nothing.
What does the American Flag mean to you?
(The link is to the online text of Erma Bombeck's book. Scroll down toward the end to read Flag)
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