Gary "Ouch" Boucher's idea to honor these Heroes!

     

My Country's flag cried and the flag bowed it's bars and wept starry tears as it hung at half-mast for a soldier's years.   Another youth it had called and another youth had died.   I stood and I watched as my country's flag cried.   It clothed the drab coffin in it's red, white, and blue, silently protecting the contents for the comfort of a few.

It brought strength to some, to others, bitter pride.   But as mourners filed by, my country's flag cried.   As it rode to the field where the soldier was laid away, the flag recalled the pledge that he use to stand and say.   But to war he went and to keep that pledge, he tried.   As the guns fired their last salute, my country's flag cried.   As taps rang out, it was folded with care, for the soldier's soul a chaplin whispered a prayer.   He asked God for peace in this world to abide, and in a grieving mother's arms my country's flag cried.