What happened to our country’s brave colors, our flag? Who or what took it down from where it had waved triumphantly from the rock jetty near our beachfront condo in Boca Raton, FL?
Why did it go missing in action after bravely withstanding so many weeks of combat with high winds and heavy rain? Yesterday when we walked by her, as usual as a veteran I saluted. It was a calm day, then a peaceful night following, but this morning when we awoke, our hero was missing!
God bless the brave soul who put that flag up so patriotically. Whoever it was, that wonderful person, probably a veteran like me who served the country he loves, stuck that flagpole deep between the rocks so the red, white and blue colors would glide triumphantly in the breeze above, thereby raising the spirits of many who’d see it each sunrise or walk beside her.
If I ever meet you on the beach, at a bar or bar mitzva, I’ll not just tip my hat, but pin a medal on you for being such a great American and loving our country so much!
But now we must find out what happened. Now every morning when we wake up, we won’t see those colors from our window waving from the jetty sticking bravely out into the ocean from our beach below. Sometimes I would begin humming inwardly our national anthem knowing we’re the greatest country on this earth.
It thrilled me to see thrust into that jetty our great Flag unflustered by sometimes turbulent waves crashing upon great rocks enraged by strong winds pushing tides ever higher ashore.
And now over the ramparts we can see no more our beloved flag. Over the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air, one of our Nation’s broad stripes and bright stars no longer are there, no longer gallantly streaming on the oceanfront where we live in the state that so bravely sticks itself out into America’s warming, sometimes warlike gulf without a worry.
While we search to find out what happened to the flag, here’s that uplifting stanza of that beloved song all Americans adore, The Star Spangled Banner:
Oh, say can you see,
By the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
Thru the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched
Were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets red glare,
The bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night
That our flag was still there.
O, say, does that
Star-Spangled Banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free
And the home of the brave?
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