I love the American flag. There's just no two ways about it, I love the American flag. I love to see it fluttering in the breeze against the blue Colorado sky. I am moved when I see it drape the casket of a veteran, almost as if to embrace them and keep them safe. I love to see it fly over baseball stadiums and I'm sad to see it at half staff, but love that we do that to honor someone special. My grandchildren know I love the flag so they make me cool flags all the time. I have a flag from Larissa in my office made from beads, and I have a watercolor flag from Joshua hanging on the wall. I even have a flag that was flown on the Space Shuttle that was given to me by astronaut Dick Covey. And if all that wasn't enough, I love pictures of American flags and take lots of them on vacation. I was thinking the other day about why I have this affection for Old Glory. Yeah, I'm a bit patriotic, but it had to be more than that. Then I remembered the look in Joe Weinmeyers eyes when he told me of seeing the flag over Mount Suribachi on Iwo Jima. He was a Marine flame thrower who battled on Iwo for all 34-days of the fight. Then I remembered the look in Glenn Berry's eyes when he talked of the flag he saw on the tail of a Navy plane flying over the onion field he was farming as a prisoner of the Japanese, having survived the Bataan Death March. he had ben a prisoner for over two-years at that time and seeing the American flag gave him hope for freedom. Do you suppose Betsy Ross knew her flag would have such meaning when she first sewed it? Do you think the Second Continental Congress had any idea when they adopted the Stars and Stripes as our flag on June 14, 1777 that Men would die for it and a nation would rally around it time and again? Long may she wave, and may we always be blessed with Patriots who will die for her, and citizens who will swear allegiance to her. She is a GRAND Old Flag! Be sure to fly your Flag on June 14th...Flag Day!!! And let me know what the flag means to you.