Dad would have been so pained with the death, carnage and suffering in the September 11th attacks. And he would have been powerfully touched with the huge American flag that was hung at the Pentagon near the gaping hole that remained after an airplane flew into that building.
One of my most treasured reminisces of Dad is his love and profound reverence for the American flag. I remember him telling, with tears in his eyes, of how touched he was to see the American flag flying on American soil as he returned from his over-seas duty during World War II.
Dad truly believed that America was wonderful. He consistently gave thanks in his prayers for the freedoms that we enjoy in America. He wanted his children to have great respect for the country we live in. He consistently flew the flag at whatever house he lived in. Pat and I purchased a spray of red, white and blue flowers for his funeral. When I think of patriotism I think of my Dad.
God, please bless America.
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Dad's love of his country was something he really tried to instill in his children. Whenever we would go to a parade and the flag would go by Dad made sure we all stood and put our hands over our heart in salute to the flag that meant so very much to him. I'm thankful for the love and respect he had for his country.
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