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Flying the American Flag: A Tribute to Honor and Heritage
By @elliottfvyh176
The first flag I ever raised on my own went up in a dry Wyoming wind that turned the rope into a humming string. It was barely past sunrise. The sky was that mineral blue you only get over open range, and the new banner snapped to full life with a crack. I can still feel the slight burn of the halyard against my palms and the bristle of pride running across my shoulders. That morning taught me what a flag can do. It can stir the quiet parts of a person into standing tall.
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