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Widow of a Vietnam Veteran: Flag is important to veterans and those who know them

June 11, 2011

Widow of a Vietnam Veteran: Flag is important to veterans and those who know them

I think that the more one is attached to the military and sees the true efforts made on our behalf for our freedoms, the more the symbol of our country is important. My grandfather (late 1800s) was an Army Colonel; my father served in World War I; my brother was shot down and killed in a German prisoner-of-war camp in World War II; my other three brothers served in the Air Force, Army and Navy, respectively.

My husband, a 26-year Navy veteran of the Korean and Vietnam wars, died in 1997 as a result of exposure to Agent Orange. For these reasons, the American flag is a very meaningful symbol of honor for those who have died as a result of tyranny and evil.

 

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  1. Ben Quick Reply

    I can understand why the Stars and Stripes are so important to you, especially considering the legacy of sacrifices made by your family. It wasn't just the servicemen, but you and the other women in your family who gave so much and often lost so much. That gets forgotten far too often. For my family, the the flag is a piece of cloth, like any other piece of cloth, flown by any other nation or warring tribal band. Men and women and children die gruesome deaths, are raped, tortured, left parent-less because of the mythology surrounding these pieces of cloth. One is red with a gold star. Another shows the rays of the sun. Another is red, white, and blue. None of this matters to the flesh of an infant as it's pierced by a bullet or fragmentary grenade. None of this matters to the farmer whose crops and daughters are lost in one long rain of napalm. None of this matters to the mother whose son will not be coming back. Flag? I wear my flag of human flesh everywhere I go. I smile, not knowing the origin of the man i pass on the street. An understanding passes between us deeper and stronger than any national pride. He smiles back. We are human. Our lives matter. 

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