When I arrived at the office this morning, the shredded American flag had still not been removed. Dave soon called to say that they were talking about it on the radio, a lot of people were mad, and someone had even given out the telephone number of the Mayor's office. Oh, no; I've stirred a hornet's nest. Shortly after that, Gary called to say he saw a bucket truck in the square. I grabbed my camera and ran out into the square. As I stood watching one of the city workers remove the tattered flag, he let go and it fell to the ground. That simple act shook me so much that I burst out in tears. The American flag should never touch the ground. As I started for the flag, another worker picked it up and began to fold it.
All I could do was cry and tell him thank you.