Remember, these are only my opinions. There was a simple question. My answer simple. Remember the old saying…. “Anything worth doing is worth doing right.”. Want to fly a flag? Great! How hard is it to follow some simple rules? Any one who has spent time around me knows me as “What you see is what you get” My view of the word is pretty much black and white, right and wrong, there is not much in between. It appears I need to put a little more content behind my comment.
Flash back to the year 1976. I was a young kid during the Bi Centennial. The 200 year birthday of the United States. There was a LOT of Flag waving that year. Not uncommon to see flag shirts, flag hats, flag pants, flags painted on water towers, Harly tanks, VW bugs. you get the picture.
I was a 13 years old kid with long hair, a skate board and a t-shirt that looked like it was cut out of a flag. Probably right off the rack from Sears or K-mart back then. Again, pretty common T-shirt. Walking towards home one day during summer break from school. Couple houses down from where I lived a neighbor walked up to me and in one clean motion tore that shirt clean off my body and bitch slapped me up side the head. Turned around and walked away. That guy was a Vietnam Vet who obviously would have nothing of it. Lesson learned. Back then most neighborhood kids got smacked around by pissed off adults. Just the way it was. Some of you may remember…???? Anyway, never thought much about it. Never wore any flag clothes again. Lesson learned, life went on.
Fast forward to 1981. Fresh out of high school. Still a kid who wanted to see the world. Signed up for the Marine Corps. Off I went. Boot camp, radio school, off to Okinawa for a year then landed at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. During my stint there I “volunteered” (All you x marines know what I mean) for Flag Duty. This was a 30 day assignment to raise and lower the flag at the main entrance to the base. Probably the biggest reason for the assignment was me replacing a guy with the same general height/weigh/build so I fit into the set of Dress Blues you needed to wear to perform the twice daily duty. Lucky me. How hard could this be?
Summer 1984. Long days, Early sunrise, late sunsets. There were 6-8 of us rotating in and out. Up at 03:30 hours (3:30am). Dress for inspection. Load up from the barracks to the bus, run out to the front gates. Formation and a very specific set of duties to get that flag up each day. Many days there were visitor at the gate area. High ranking Marines, politicians, VIPs to observe. No f-ups allowed. None. Quickly learned this was a big deal! That was pretty much ensured by 3-4 hours a day practicing and studying that code DT posted. We were quizzed daily on every single rule in that code. By the end of that 30 days, I had it memorized! 30 days of standing at attention 3-4 hours a day in the summer North Carolina heat raising and lowering the flag at our barracks. Then late evenings performing the lowering. End the day 1030 – 11pm during the summer. Repeat.
No complaints. There was a lot of hard jobs before flag duty and a lot after. Point was I learned a lot about the flag then. Gained a lot of respect for the history and traditions. And on the last day of flag duty, standing at attention saluting the dropping flag to the sound of taps playing over the PA, I remember a long long hair 13 year old kid and a pissed off vet. I had a lump in my throat and pride bursting from my dress blues.
-J.