I don't know why. I'd been telling myself I should do something, I have perfectly serviceable flags. It's ratty and faded, but it's my father's. I barely remember him, but I do. And this is his, it saw service, it went with him, it came back. I even have the box it was bought in. So today, it's on a new pole, with a light upon it. I'll
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