July 03, 2009

Fly the Colors at the Top of the Mast Tomorrow

The 1812 Overture:

The William Tell Overture:

Stars and Stripes Forever:

Aaron Coplan's Lincoln Portrait:

The Army Song:

Battle Hymn of the Republic:

Aaron Copland's "Hoedown":

Posted by LMC at July 3, 2009 04:33 PM | TrackBack

Anchors Aweigh

Posted by: Boy Named Sous at July 3, 2009 05:10 PM

Thank you LMC. Those videos really hit the spot for someone celebrating the Fourth of July abroad.

Posted by: OrgleFan at July 4, 2009 03:27 AM

On the morning of July the 4th I asked my husband where our flag was. He said the flag we usually fly was beat. I remarked that we should go up to Ace hardware and buy another flag. He said he thought we had another flag in the basement. We went down to check and sure enough, there was a flag in a box that my husband had taken from my mother's home after she died.
So, you might think problem solved...
We got out the pole and rigged the flag, whoa!
Way too big!!!
After futher examination of the box we discovered this was the flag the U.S. gov't presented to my mother on the occasion of my father's death...
My father was an Army Air Force pilot serving in the Pacific theatre during WWII. This flag had never been taken out of the box before...
So, what to do. Put the flag back in the box and go up to Ace and buy a new, appropriately sized flag or, build a bigger pole and display the flag given to my father for his service to our country...
I am sure Llama readers know what our answer was...
We built a humongous pole, reinforced the fittings on the flag pole holder and actually rigged up a guy wire from the tip of the pole to our 2nd story to keep the flag from crashing... We flew this flag for the first time this fourth of July.
I actually had no idea I was the keeper of my father's flag until Saturday morning.
I find it fairly fitting as I think our country is in great trouble. I need to remember what my Father did for our country and I need to remember that my smallest input will make a ripple; like going to a town hall meeting of my local congressman or even standing out on the street with others at a Tea Party to tell my community members that we are on the wrong track.
My father bathed in DDT to defend this country. He flew countless missions in the Pacific to chart the weather for our bombers. The least I can do to defend our country is pull back from the dinner table, turn off the TV and go to the streets to speak about our freedom.

Posted by: babs at July 5, 2009 08:42 PM