| It's just a flag. Some blue, red, and white cloth sewn together with thread. And then it is lowered on its pole. Halfway. We see it often - perhaps when a congressman dies or when a soldier doesn't make it home - but we probably don't think much about it. It's someone else's brother, or mother, or child. We are removed from the situation, and it means only a passing glance from us. If anything, we wonder why the flag is half-staff. Until it is no longer in the distance. Until it is no longer about strangers. The flag flies for our friends, our neighbors, our loved ones. It takes on a special significance. And it is personal. We should realize, it is always personal for someone. |
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