A prisoner somehow gathered enough red, white and blue colored scraps of cloth to fashion an 8” x 10” or so facsimile of Old Glory.
He got up on his cellmate’s back, stuck the flag out through the barred window and started singing The Star Spangled Banner. The whole camp joined in.
The Norks took turns beating him all night long. It was a week before he was well enough to communicate what happened.
FU Bill Press.
Pardon. That would of course be gooks, not norks.