We went camping on Memorial Weekend. My dad is getting on in years, and I drove him up in the cushy car. It was a nice drive, and we enjoyed each others company. On our way out of town, we stopped by the cemetery. It was beautiful. There were flags on each grave, and large flags lining the roads in and out of the cemetery. There's something about our flag that really gets to me. Then to see so many, well, it's just a sight to see. The symbol of our country, and all who have fought to keep us free.