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I have a flag above my barbecue pit and sometimes I am glad it can be seen. You can see it fly. Everybody in the backyard can see it as it flies proudly. I know where it has been and what it means, and I want it to glow. I still haven’t taken it down. It’s been weather-beaten and worn and I know it’s time to replace her and put up another one that can battle another storm. You see, my flag stands for freedom in a country that hasn’t forgotten its past. I’m not going to allow it to hang there torn but I will allow it fly proudly and high as long as it will last. Her stars are faded, and she has jagged edges from all that she has been through. Her stripes are separated like the country that she stands for and has become separated too. I, for one, will fly that flag proud and to my country always be true. Then when I finally go to glory, I hope my children will learn to fly Old Glory.
