QUOTE(rla @ Jul 18 2008, 04:56 PM)

I share your appreciation for CO and for her caring about a world larger than herself and her possessions.
My own love for the US of A spreads over into Canada and Mexico.
The discussion on this thread has often carried me back into my memory bank.
I regret that no one around me had the foresight to imprint me more strongly with the flag imagary at an early age.
Marching in parades in the Military usually wasn't very reinforcing and then there was all the flag burning controversies relating to my opposition to the Viet Nam war, so I have mixed feelings about the flag, but not about my community and Country.
In a lot of ways, rla, you and I share some similar feelings here concerning the flag of the USA, and what it might stand for ......
And I can readily accept that you might have mixed feelings ....
I think that that is healthy, myself, because if you are having mixed feelings, then you have not yet succmbed to SLAVISH DEVOTION and MINDLESS PATRIOTISM ...
And I appreciate that you come in here to share your thoughts, as your thoughts go farther back in time than mine do, to an age in our history that many people today could not even conjure up in their wildest dreams ...
And while your roots were to the south of mine, in a lot of ways, our early days were similar, although yours were perhaps much more character-building than mine, since we had electricity when I was young, and you were born into a world that was still without it in a lot of places ...
AND YET, HERE YOU ARE TODAY ...
This following is from a post that I made in another thread in here on May 30, 2005 ...
Your words above here about mixed feelings for the flag brought it back to mind, so I will take the LIBERTY of posting these words again in here ....
And so ...
So what is this thing of marching in a parade, in a small town, or a big city for that matter?
Well, after all these years of doing that, marching, all I know is what it means to me, and that is that, but since today was Memorial Day, and since I did march today, and since I have been at this thought process for over thirty years now, I became moved this afternoon to record my thoughts on the subject, for whatever they are worth!
As for me, today, what I was thinking about as I marched is how nice it is to see all those people who turn out for the parade, families, or just individuals, and to feel the connection between them, and myself, that exists on some higher plane, I would say, than intellectual reasoning, and so is hard to define with words, but when experienced in the way that I experienced it today while marching on Memorial Day, it is quite tangible, and real, nonetheless.
Today, as I marched, my job was to carry the folded American Flag, which is what I really like to do, if that honor is accorded to me, as it was today, by my peers, I suppose they would be, in my marching group, which is all Viet Nam veterans like myself!
SO!
Today, I was not a person marching, rather, I was a symbol of something, and as I was marching along, carrying that folded flag, I realized the power that is associated with that symbol, which is the same American Flag that is maligned so much these days, just as it was during the Viet Nam times so long ago, now.
And what made me realize this "power" today IS that tangible connection between me carrying the flag, and those people on the side of the road who are seeing that symbol, and so, are having their thoughts of the next moment shaped by that image that they are seeing right then, which is me, an old man now, in a suit, carrying a flag, marching by, down the road, as if that flag were a precious thing, to be guarded with my very life, if needed!All of a sudden, the FLAG becomes more than a piece of cloth folded up in the outstretched hand of a Viet Nam veteran, it becomes a living thing, BECAUSE the hand that holds that flag is itself a living thing, with a mind behind it, and the eyes of the assembled crowd that look upon that hand and flag are also living, and connected to human minds, human consciousness, and so, the very manner in which I carry myself as I carry that flag shapes the image OF WHAT OUR AMERICA REALLY CAN BE that is formed in the minds of all of these fellow Americans that are watching that folded flag in my outstretched hand, as I go marching by, AND THAT IS WHAT I LEARNED TODAY, after almost sixty years of living on this earth of OURS, which is just how connected we all can be, if only we can set our minds to trying to be so!
I am a veteran, and I am an American, and I do believe in what that flag represents, WHICH IS EACH AND EVERY ONE OF US - or none at all, and when I personally am marching with that flag IN MY HAND, that is my message to all who are there watching, WE ARE ALL ONE, and I am you!
Yes, America, that is right!
We are all one!
ONE NATION, INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY, AND JUSTICE, FOR ALL!
That is the message that my mind is transmitting to all of the candid world, anyway, when that folded American Flag IS in my hand on Memorial Day, as I go marching by; and who can stop me from thinking that, or acting as if that were true, 24/7, as I go marching by?
And that answer is no one can, no one at all, but myself!
It can only cease to be true when I cease to think that way, and so ......