Flag Day|An American Holiday, Sunday, June 14 is Flag Day. Banner Day has been around since the 1880s yet it was not until 1949 that President Truman proclaimed June 14th to be the official day of recognition and festivity.
The Stars and Stripes was authoritatively embraced as our national standard by Congress in 1777.
We have added 37 more stars to the blue field following the first 13 stars that spoke to the first 13 provinces.
Taking a gander at the banner gladly waving on a flagpole brings back numerous recollections.
When I was a kid I served on the School Safety Patrol. We wore red coats with white Sam Browne belts and brilliant yellow army tops trimmed in blue. We had identifications that meant rank. Later in light of a legitimate concern for security we exchanged our savvy searching tops for white plastic head protectors.
It was understudy run and there was normally a more established kid in control as the captain.We kept an eye on the crosswalks and helped our kindred understudies get the chance to class securely.
These days it appears wellbeing in schools is represented by furnished cops and metal locators.
We needed to get the opportunity to class early and leave somewhat later after we finished our obligations.
What's more, one of those obligations was bringing the banner up in the morning and bringing down and collapsing it appropriately toward the end of the school day.
I was helped to remember this as of late when I went by a school and looked as a janitor brought down the banner and stuffed it in a case with no idea to the unfeeling way he was treating Old Glory.
In any case, I figure I shouldn't be astounded given how patriotism and adoration for nation are currently seen as antiquated and not in venture with the times.
As opposed to learning admiration for the banner and figuring out how to nurture it, youngsters are presently posting pictures of themselves on online networking remaining on the banner and articulating some hostile to American cows poo undoubtedly gained from their Baby Boomer instructors who idealized banner smoldering amid the Vietnam War.
When I take a gander at the banner I am helped to remember the six men who joined the banner to length of funnel and after that raised it over Mt. Suribachi on Iwo Jima in 1945.
The raising of that banner drew yells and cheers from the mariners and Marines and impacts from the horns of the boats secured seaward. Keeping in mind the fight would keep going for a considerable length of time it gave certainty that triumph would come.
When I take a gander at the banner I recall July 20, 1969 when Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin planted her on the moon.
When he ventured onto the lunar surface Astronaut Armstrong said, "One little stride for man. One titan jump for humankind". He didn't assert the moon for America however for the entire world.
When I take a gander at the banner and see it firmly secured to the casket of a U.S serviceman or lady who gave their last full measure of dedication to that banner I think about whether anyone outside the individual's family, companions and group even gives a second thought or are they excessively occupied with the negligible and paltry universe of popular society and VIP.
Furthermore, when I take a gander at the banner outside my home I am reminded that I am a subject of the best nation on earth warts and all and that no one can instruct me to bring it down-in any event not without a battle!
So here is your Cowboy Wisdom for the Week. I think every one of you know it:
The Stars and Stripes was authoritatively embraced as our national standard by Congress in 1777.
We have added 37 more stars to the blue field following the first 13 stars that spoke to the first 13 provinces.
Taking a gander at the banner gladly waving on a flagpole brings back numerous recollections.
When I was a kid I served on the School Safety Patrol. We wore red coats with white Sam Browne belts and brilliant yellow army tops trimmed in blue. We had identifications that meant rank. Later in light of a legitimate concern for security we exchanged our savvy searching tops for white plastic head protectors.
It was understudy run and there was normally a more established kid in control as the captain.We kept an eye on the crosswalks and helped our kindred understudies get the chance to class securely.
These days it appears wellbeing in schools is represented by furnished cops and metal locators.
We needed to get the opportunity to class early and leave somewhat later after we finished our obligations.
What's more, one of those obligations was bringing the banner up in the morning and bringing down and collapsing it appropriately toward the end of the school day.
I was helped to remember this as of late when I went by a school and looked as a janitor brought down the banner and stuffed it in a case with no idea to the unfeeling way he was treating Old Glory.
In any case, I figure I shouldn't be astounded given how patriotism and adoration for nation are currently seen as antiquated and not in venture with the times.
As opposed to learning admiration for the banner and figuring out how to nurture it, youngsters are presently posting pictures of themselves on online networking remaining on the banner and articulating some hostile to American cows poo undoubtedly gained from their Baby Boomer instructors who idealized banner smoldering amid the Vietnam War.
When I take a gander at the banner I am helped to remember the six men who joined the banner to length of funnel and after that raised it over Mt. Suribachi on Iwo Jima in 1945.
The raising of that banner drew yells and cheers from the mariners and Marines and impacts from the horns of the boats secured seaward. Keeping in mind the fight would keep going for a considerable length of time it gave certainty that triumph would come.
When I take a gander at the banner I recall July 20, 1969 when Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin planted her on the moon.
When he ventured onto the lunar surface Astronaut Armstrong said, "One little stride for man. One titan jump for humankind". He didn't assert the moon for America however for the entire world.
When I take a gander at the banner and see it firmly secured to the casket of a U.S serviceman or lady who gave their last full measure of dedication to that banner I think about whether anyone outside the individual's family, companions and group even gives a second thought or are they excessively occupied with the negligible and paltry universe of popular society and VIP.
Furthermore, when I take a gander at the banner outside my home I am reminded that I am a subject of the best nation on earth warts and all and that no one can instruct me to bring it down-in any event not without a battle!
So here is your Cowboy Wisdom for the Week. I think every one of you know it:
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