I pulled the cinch up extra tight. We’d planned a day long ride. Cyrus felt the final tug. His eyes were open wide.
But then my father came a running. Made old Cyrus shy. He hollered he’d forgot that it’s the 4th day of July.
He said, “Undo your saddle, then untie each saddlebag! And load the horses in the truck. We’ve gotta find a flag!”
It amazed me how the two of us forgot this special day. Somewhere he’d find a flag to show respect in his own way.
My father in his desperation talked about the war. And of his pals who died, their deaths had torn him to the core.
He said he made a promise to respect those men he knew. He’d always stand and give salute to our red, white and blue.
A nearby town was celebrating Independence Day. The parade had started, two Grand Marshalls sat on bales of hay.
But out in front our country’s flag stood tall and absolute. Dad said, “I’m not in uniform, but still I’ll give salute.”
That day I saw a man stand tall and though at five feet three, I watched as Dad saluted. Seemed like ten feet tall to me.
Well, that was many years ago. I too respect the flag. My father’s keen example taught me right. That ain’t no brag.
Our flag’s a sign of freedom but it hasn’t come by luck. Too many men and women died to keep us from amok.
This time of year, our flag will fly at shows and rodeos. Remember ‘bout our forefathers. The life for us they chose.
I’d like to ask from all of you. Today let’s all connect. We’ll place our hand above our heart and show our flag respect.