To the Editor:
Recently I overheard someone remark how people don’t look upon the flag of our nation the way they did years ago. I thought about this and couldn’t agree more for as I’ve grown older, and hopefully wiser, I’ve come to see our flag in a different light.
In the color blue I see the Atlantic and Pacific oceans caressing the coastline of our great nation.
In the red of our nation’s banner, I see the crimson colors of a sunset like a blanket tucking in our nation at night with the assurance of a peaceful sleep and the promise of a bright tomorrow for a people born free.
In the white, I see birch trees covering the New England hillside, the clear water of a swift – flowing Missouri stream and the snow-capped Rocky Mountains.
But the totality of our country’s beauty as personified in our flag is more than skin deep and so I also see our flag in another light.
In the stars on the field of blue, I see symbolized a myriad of blessings which almighty God has bestowed upon our nation.
In the red, I see stains of blood, shed in the name of freedom from Valley Forge to Gettysburg, the Argonne, Normandy, Iwo Jima, Pusan, Fallujah and a little-known valley in Vietnam called the Ia Drang.
As I view the white, I see the light of a beacon shining forth from a torch held high in the hand of an old but beautiful lady as she stands in New York’s harbor proudly proclaiming to all who enter that this is the home of freedom in a land of liberty.
As each day is different, I may see some new glory in Old Glory.
Perhaps, you might take a few seconds each time you look at our flag and ask what it means to you.
John R. Stoeffler