It's been a long time since I thought much about the fallen on a Memorial Day. Today, though, BB went with the scouts to a local cemetery to participate in an event called the Avenue of Flags. The park was decorated with what must have been hundreds of American flags, and after a brief ceremony, the scouts struck them all in about 45 minutes. Each flag had been donated by a servicemember's family, and was tagged with his or her name and dates of birth and death. It was a sobering day, but I'm glad we got to be a part of it.
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