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My Flag

The stars and stripes blow proudly in the breeze.

I stare, lost in far gone life, loudly it stares back at me.

My flag. I claimed it as mine at one time. My symbol divine.

A beacon that shines, calling those like me to loyalty and fire.

The inspired fought bravely, some lost their lives and we cried

But pressed on due to duty with their memory inside. 

My service expired, the fire never died, the past with them in it is in the forefront of my mind.

And now I look at my flag and it looks back.

Do you remember me? I ask.

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