Bob_Grip's Blog

  Veterans Day was always a special one around our house.  My Dad, a World War II vet, always brought me along to "help" him display the flag from our second story porch.  It was a small flag, no more than 18 inches long stapled to a wooden stick, but it was treated with as much reverence as the flag that flew over the White House.

I was taught to always make sure it never touched the floor, that we brought it inside immediately if it started to rain or when the sun began to set.

Later that day, since it was a day off from work and school, we would go to our church cemetery and make sure that every bronze grave marker had a new flag.  They usually got replaced every Veterans and Memorial Days.  My Dad wanted to make sure each veteran was remembered.

Considering their continued sacrifices, it is the least we can do on holidays like this.