Due to recent events, patriotism and nationalism have peaked. Americans everywhere are displaying their true colors outside their homes: red, white and blue. Unfortunately, at our house, a couple of drunken thieves and a defenseless flag made sure, through the night, that our flag was not there.
Had I known this was the way to show I love my country and that we are a nation united, I would have a closet full of stolen flags by now.
Maybe my housemates and I just weren't patriotic enough. I'll tell you what: next time we'll commemorate our fallen heroes by leaving it at half-staff a few more weeks. Besides, it will make for an easier heist.
I would always look forward to the warm greeting she'd give me on the way in. Now the remains of the flag holder dangling from the post are saddening. I bet Old Glory never saw it coming.
How could she, minding her own business, quietly instilling us with pride and hope everyday?
What's even more upsetting is that apparently the terrorist attacks elicited from U.S. citizens not only a positive response but also a shameful one.
I hope whoever took the flag is as proud of their country as I am. I hope that, after they buy themselves a new flag holder, they let it fly as freely as we did. I hope that every time they watch a news story about our brave soldiers in Afghanistan, they too have to fight back the tears induced by the memory of the events of Sept. 11. I hope they actually understand what that flag symbolizes, and what it means to be an American.
But if they don't ... then I want my flag back.
