The Flag Keepers
Monday, May 30, 2016, Sunrise to Noon
President Obama has issued a proclamation for the American flag to be flown at half-staff in honor of Memorial Day, Monday, May 30, 2016.
Finding a flag disposal service locally can be challenging. Sometimes, some of the following organizations provide an annual disposal ceremony:
· Veterans' service organizations (American Legion, VFW, Marine Corps League, D.A.V., etc).
· Boy Scouts. Girl Scouts.
If you have difficulty locating an organization locally that will dispose of your flags -send your flags to us. We will ensure your no longer serviceable flags are properly disposed of at a patriotic flag retirement ceremony.
We proudly accept local government, municipal and state flags, as well as flags from friendly foreign governments.
Packaging your flags: Flags 3'x5' and smaller can easily fit into a shipping envelope available from office/shipping supply stores and the Post Office. For larger flags, a used cardboard box of appropriate size is perfectly OK.
Memorial Day, an American holiday observed on the last Monday of May, honors men and women who died while serving in the U.S. military. Originally known as Decoration Day, it originated in the years following the Civil War and became an official federal holiday in 1971. Type your paragraph here.
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We are dedicated to proper flag display and disposal. Each flag is treated with dignity and respect.
Freedom is not free.
I watched the flag pass by one day. It fluttered in the breeze. A young Marine saluted it, and then he stood at ease. I looked at him in uniform So young, so tall, so proud, He'd stand out in any crowd. I thought how many men like him Had fallen through the years. How many died on foreign soil? How many mothers' tears? How many pilots' planes shot down? How many died at sea? How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't free. I heard the sound of TAPS one night, When everything was still I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill. I wondered just how many times That TAPS had meant "Amen," When a flag had draped a coffin Of a brother or a friend. I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives. I thought about a graveyard At the bottom of the sea Of unmarked graves in Arlington. No, freedom isn't free.
By Kelly Strong.
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