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[barjack]

Today I asked coldly why I would want to be patriotic in public. Then I came home and someone had town down and defaced the flag I put up in honor of folks like me and perhaps like you who died on September 11th. I originally thought the wind must have blown it down, but noticed shards of fabric on the grass and picked up my poor flag to find knife cuts down the stripes and checkered across the bars.

I feel like I am the last of a dying breed, a weird and old fashioned relic that needs no specific reason to love his country, yet could give all the reasons in the world if anyone cared.