On June 14, 1777, the Continental Congress of the United States adopted the stars and stripes as our national flag. That why we call June 14 Flag Day. I usually let this day pass without much thought of our flag. Sometimes I don’t even realize it’s Flag Day till the day is past. Not this year. I decided to pause for a few minutes in a busy and reflect on my memories of the United States flag.
Standing in my first grade class room, facing the flag in the corner, hand over my heart, saying “The Pledge of Allegiance” with my class.
The flag at Meadowcliff Elementary School flying at half-mast in the days after President Kennedy was assassinated in November, 1963. That’s the first time I saw a flag at half-mast—but sadly, not the last.
Images of the flag-raisers on Iwo Jima after our brave Marines wrestled Mt. Suribachi away from the Japanese at the cost of much blood and death.
Taking my turn in fifth or sixth grade raising and lowering the flag at Branson Elementary School and learning how to fold it properly.
Watching fuzzy black-and-white images of Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin staking our flag on the moon in 1969. I understand it’s still there today.
Watching the USA Hockey Team in the 1980 Olympics waving our flag after their improbably gold medal. “Do you believe in miracles?” Al Michaels uttered after we beat the Soviets in the semifinals.
The Lee’s Summit, Missouri, High School Band belting out “Stars and Stripes Forever” at their annual spring concert. It always brought everyone to their feet.
The uncountable numbers of little flags attached to trucks and cars in the days after September 11, 2001.
A display in the Smithsonian of the tattered flag that flew over Fort McKinley—the very flag that inspired Francis Scott Key to write our national anthem during the War of 1812.
Numerous flag draped caskets at the graveside services of veterans—including the flag that draped my father’s casket, now folded into a crisp triangle that we keep in our home.
The presentation of the colors at numerous ballgames and thousands of voices singing The Star Spangled Banner.
Those are some of my memories. Not everything done under our flag has been good and right. But on balance, our flag has represented some of the noblest, highest ideals in human history. We are blessed to live in the good old U.S.A. Our freedom has been bought with the price of other’s blood. I encourage you on this Flag Day 2017 to take a moment, remember, and give thanks.