To Those Who Want To Burn the Flag
For those who want to light Old Glory on fire, stomp all
over it, or spit on it to make some sort of "statement,"
I say let them do it.
But under one condition: they MUST get permission from three sponsors.
First, you need permission of a war veteran. Perhaps a Marine who
fought at Iwo Jima?
The American flag was raised over Mount Surabachi upon the
bodies of thousands of dead buddies.
Each night spent on Iwo meant half of everyone you knew would be
dead tomorrow, a coin flip away from a bloody end upon a patch
of sand your mother couldn't find on a map.
Or maybe ask a Vietnam vet who spent years tortured in a
small, filthy cell unfit for a dog. Or a Korean War soldier who helped
rescue half a nation from Communism, or a Desert Storm warrior who
repulsed a bloody dictator from raping and pillaging an innocent country.
That flag represented your mother and father, your sister
and brother, your friends, neighbors, and everyone at home.
I wonder what they would say if someone asked them
permission to burn the American flag?
Next, you need a signature from an immigrant. Their brothers
and sisters may still languish in their native land, often under
tyranny, poverty and misery.
Or maybe they died on the way here, never to touch our shores.
Some have seen friends and family get tortured and murdered by their own
government for daring to do things we take for granted every day.
For those who risked everything simply for the chance to become an
American ... what kind of feelings do they have for the flag when they
Pledge Allegiance the first time?
Go to a naturalization ceremony and see for yourself, the tears of
pride, the thanks, the love and respect of this nation, as
they finally embrace the American flag as their own.
Ask one of them if it would be OK to tear up the flag.
Last, you should get the signature of a mother. Not just any mother.
You need a mother of someone who gave their life for America.
It doesn't even have to be from a war.
It could be a cop. Or a fireman.
Maybe a Secret Service or NSA agent. Then again, it could be a
common foot soldier as well.
When that son or daughter is laid to rest, their family is
given one gift by the American people; an American flag.
Go on. I dare you. Ask that mother to spit on her flag.
I wonder what the founding fathers thought of the American
flag as they drafted the Declaration of Independence? They knew this act
would drag young America into war with England, the greatest power on
earth. They also knew failure meant more than just a disappointment.
It meant a noose snugly stretched around their necks.
But they needed a symbol, something to inspire the new nation.
Something to represent the seriousness, the purpose and conviction
that we held our new idea of individual freedom.
Something worth living for. Something worth dying for.
I wonder how they'd feel if someone asked them permission to
toss their flag in a mud puddle?
Away from family, away from the precious shores of home, in
the face of overwhelming odds and often in the face of death, the
American flag inspires those who believe in the American dream, the
American promise, the American vision...
Americans who don't appreciate the flag don't appreciate this nation.
And those who appreciate this nation appreciate the American flag.
Those who fought, fought for that flag.
Those who died, died for that flag.
And those who love America love that flag. And defend it.
So if you want to desecrate the American flag, before you
spit on it or before you burn it ...
I have a simple request. Just ask permission. Not
from the Constitution. Not from some obscure law. Not from
the politicians or the pundits.
Instead, ask those who defended our nation so that we may be free today.
Ask those who struggled to reach our shores so that they may join us in
the American dream. And ask those who clutch a flag in place
of their sacrificed sons and daughters, given to this nation so that
others may be free.
For we cannot ask permission from those who died wishing they could,
just once ... or once again ... see, touch or kiss the flag that stands
for our nation, the United States of America ...
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