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Jimmy's flag
The Coconut Telegraph ^ | October 1st, 2001 | Luis Gonzalez

Posted on 10/04/2001 6:57:34 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez

It was one of the most frustrating challenges that I have faced in years; I just wanted an American flag to fly in front of my home. As so many of you may know, Old Glory is missing from the shelves these days.

I set out two days after the attack; back when there was still hope of finding survivors in the rubble, to the neighborhood store where I had always seen stacks of Stars and Stripes, carefully arranged, on a shelf next to the Automotive Department with a slight measure of dust covering the plastic bag which housed them.

My idea was simple, get a flag, a tall, strong flag pole, and plant my Star-Spangled Banner out front, where everyone could see it, homeowner’s association be damned. This is about our country, and I wasn’t about to take any crap from them, I was ready to fight. To my absolute delight, the very first flag flying in the neighborhood belonged to the Association’s president.

I called my wife from the car, on my way home that day, to let her know that I was stopping to buy our flag, “Get me one of those cute ones that fly from the car window while you are there,” she said. I liked the idea, and decided to get two.

The picture of the flag flying proudly from my front yard tapped recollections of better days. Well, I don’t know that they where in fact better days, but I was much younger then, and the world was a simpler place. I thought about Jimmy and Lydia for the first time in quite a long time.

My family had been in the US for less than a month when the loud Cuban woman came to meet the new arrivals staying at my aunt’s house. Lydia was a force of nature, there’s no other way to describe the lively, attention-grabbing tornado that entered the house, and our lives, with a loud “HELLO!!!” She hugged and kissed my parents, my brother, and I as if she had known us for years, settled into my uncle’s favorite television chair, and spent the next several hours filling the house with ruckus laughter, and an unbelievable mixture of Spanish and English that was to become her trademark, in my mind, to this very day.

Dad and Lydia hit it off immediately, they shared a common passion for a good joke, Lydia loved to hear them, and Dad loved to tell them, a natural-born storyteller everyone said. Anytime the two happened to be under the same roof, Lydia’s explosive, no-holds-barred laughter will fill the house; follow the sound, and find Dad, trying out his latest repertoire on her, to her absolute delight.

It took my mother a little longer to warm up to Lydia. In those first days, I can’t really say that Mom “took” to Lydia well, but Mom was a different person then; a country girl in a big city, she was a little quiet and not very assertive, a good Cuban wife. I think Lydia began working on her almost immediately. The woman that my Mother is today—involved, vocal, and passionate about those things and ideals that she holds dear—has a little bit of Lydia in her blood, and like Lydia, a heart as big as the great outdoors.

I saw the Wal-Mart sign ahead, and began to merge to the right to make the turn into the parking lot, I couldn’t help but noticing the increasing number of flags showing up everywhere. Paper ones, printed and taped to the inside of the glass doors of the center’s shops, small ones attached to the car aerials, bigger ones (the cute ones my wife wanted) protruding from car windows, and even full-sized ones, flying on makeshift flag poles from the back of pick-up trucks.

There was an unnatural stillness in the normally bustling store; sounds felt muffled somehow, and distant. The people walking the aisles all had the same look on their face, as if they all wore masks. I was finally able to identify the look; I’ve heard it called the “thousand yard stare”, I wondered if that was my mask as well.

I rounded a corner into the Automotive Department, and headed for the shelf with the flags, I ran a mental checklist of the items I needed to purchase; two car window flags, a flag decal for the family van, and a good, full sized Old Glory, complete with a sturdy flagpole, topped by an American eagle. I was looking for Jimmy’s flag.

He was the only son of a family who traced their American roots to the Revolution, and he loved the sea. He always knew that he would join the Navy, made the United States Naval Academy his goal, and his choice, at a time when most young men concerned themselves with more mundane matters, and Annapolis it was for young James. There were clouds of war in the horizon, but they didn’t much concern the newly graduated Midshipman as he received his first orders, Cuba sounded exciting and exotic to a young man from Virginia.

The expansion of the Guantanamo Naval Base was in full gear as he arrived, and the young officer immediately threw himself into his assignment. It was soon after, during a weekend furlough into Santiago de Cuba, that he met a lively young woman, with a hearty laugh. Jimmy and Lydia married soon after.

He took her to his home in Virginia, then left to fight the war. “These bastards don’t know just who they’re messing with”—he told her—“I’ll be home soon”.

She raised a brand new flag on the yard of their Virginia home the morning he left, raised it every day until Jimmy came home from the Pacific.

Nothing…the shelves had nothing on them, bare. No red, no white, no blue anything.

I approached the guy with the blue vest, and the nametag, organizing some oilcans, and made him aware of the need to restock the flags.

“No more flags.” —he said without looking up from his task.
“No more flags?”
“No more nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing.”

I was feeling more creative than desperate, and decided to think out of the box; I would find a way to exhibit my patriotic fervor. I had an idea.

“Where can I find ribbon?”
“Only white.”
“Only white?”
“No blue, no red. Only white.”

I immediately began to calculate the distance to the nearest Target, or Loew’s. On my way out of the store, I grabbed a flyer listing all the area stores, and their phone numbers. An hour later, my collection of flyers had grown considerably, Wal Mart, Target, Loew’s, Home Depot, K-Mart, Walgreen’s…”no more nothing” anywhere. I went home to make some phone calls, maybe I had to rethink my flag idea.

I called every store I could think of; it was the same story everywhere…nothing, no flags or anything resembling one, anywhere. I was determined, and I am a resourceful individual, I have overcome much bigger challenges. I would find my flag, and along with my boys, raise it daily. My brand-new Star-Spangled Banner would fly proud beneath a bronze eagle, on my property.

Lydia and Jimmy never had children of their own, and since his retirement from the Navy, and after their move to Florida, their family became the newly arrived immigrants they would take under their wing. Our first television was a gift from them, our couch, cookware, plates, and bedroom furniture; they never showed up at our door empty-handed. It was always the same story, “I don’t use this anymore, and I thought that maybe you could” Lydia would tell my mother, and smile. Mom never mentioned the tags still dangling from the item, but we all saw them.

The invitation was made in a casual, almost offhanded way, “Why don’t you all come for dinner next Thursday, it’s a Holiday”—I had an idea about this Holiday (the school I attended had turkeys and Indians decorating the walls), but no one else did. My aunt and uncle explained the concept, it was a day to give thanks, and we had so much to be thankful for.

We dressed in our very best, what little money we had spent on some new shoes for my brother and I, and left much too early for dinner. As we drove up, I noticed the tall, white flagpole and the American flag flying in the breeze, how odd it was to me to see the tattered edges on it, nothing about that house appeared old, or in bad condition, except the flag. Inside, the house smelled wonderful, strange, and inviting. Jimmy sat in his recliner and invited the men to join him; the ball game was about to start. I sat there, in his den, looking at the collection of military memorabilia hanging from the walls; I couldn’t peel my eyes from the Imperial Japanese flag and the samurai sword occupying the center of the display.

Jimmy caught me looking and smiled, “those bastards didn’t know who they were messing with” he said, I had learned enough English by then to understand that. We watched the incomprehensible sporting spectacle on TV, with Jimmy explaining everything to us in a slow, deliberate English, with some Spanish thrown in for good measure, until Lydia called us all to the most incredible, bountiful table I had ever seen in my young life; we sat and bowed our heads following Jimmy’s lead…

“Heavenly Father…”

It was going to take something just short of a miracle to find my flag; it was nearly two weeks after the attack, and all I could get from anyone were “maybes”.

“Maybe we’ll get a shipment tomorrow, or the day after. Maybe next week.”

I carried a list with me now, kept it on the passenger side seat; I had a routine established too. I began calling every number at exactly 9:00 AM, systematically, store by store, repeated the process at 2:00 PM. I was on first-name basis with some managers by now.

“Good morning Andrew, it’s Luis.”
“Good morning Luis…nothing yet. Maybe tomorrow.”
“Talk to you later.”
“I’m sure you will.”

As the workday wore on, I maintained communications with my little group of flag searchers, seven of us all together by now, wife, sister-in-law, in-laws, parents…everyone looking. I was touching base with my Mother when the subject came up. I was frustrated; I had post and eagle, but no flag, and would now take damned near any one I could find.

“I don’t know Mamá, any flag will do right now, even an old, tattered one, like Jimmy’s old flag.”
“You remember that flag honey.”
“Mamá, how could I forget, I kept wondering how long it would take Jimmy to get around to buying a new one. I guess he never did, I remember the color guard handing it to Lydia, and saluting.”
“It was a beautiful funeral.”
“It was, it sure was. I miss old Jimmy.”
“When was the last time that you called Lydia, or went to visit her?”
“It’s been too long, have you talked to her lately? How does she like the new place?”
“She hates it, but you know Lydia, nothing gets her down. You should stop by and see her someday.”
“Si Mamá, you are right, I should.”

I went to see her a few days ago, she’s put on weight these last few years, and she needs help getting around, but man! She still loves a good joke. Jimmy took good care of things, and she wants for nothing, she is financially secure and able to afford comfort in her golden years.

We talked about all the same old stuff we always talk about, and then we talked about the attack. For a long time, she reminisced about Pearl Harbor, about Jimmy going to war, and about how it feels the same now as it did then. I told her about my futile flag hunt, and that I had been thinking about Jimmy a lot lately. She said she knew, that Mom had told her all about it on the phone.

She excused herself, and rolled her wheelchair into the bedroom while I checked my voice mails. When she returned a few moments later, she was holding a small bundle, wrapped in plain brown paper and twine.

“You can use this one.” —she said.

There’s an old, tattered flag waving in the breeze out front; under a clear, true blue dream of an American sky, Jimmy’s flag is waving for the country once again; and though its edges are ragged, the colors are strong, and vibrant, just as they were when it waved, framed by a Virginia sky, and waited for a sailor to come home. Old Jimmy would have wanted it this way, Lydia told me.

I raise the colors every morning; then I do a small salute and speak to ears that I know are listening near by.

“Hey Jimmy! These bastards, they don’t know just who they’re messing with, do they?”

Copyright Luis Gonzalez ©2001


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I wrote this last week, began it after raising the flag one morning.

Tomorrow, when I salute, I hope to be in the company of two great Americans, two soldiers.

Jimmy, look for my friend Herb, I knew him as the CHIEF negotiator, and as a great American. Bring him around in the morning.

Two old soldiers under whose shadow I will be honored to stand.


1 posted on 10/04/2001 6:57:34 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez (Blue3711@aol.com)
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To: Luis Gonzalez

The Old Flag
H.C. Bunner

Off with your hat as the flag goes by!
And let the heart have it say;
You're man enough for a tear in your eye
That you will never wipe away.

You're man enough for a thrill that goes
To your very finger-tips--
Ay! the lump just then in your throat that rose
Spoke more than your parted lips.

Lift up the boy on your shoulder high,
And show him the faded shred;
Those stripes would be red as the sunset sky
If death could have dyed them red.

Off with your hat as the flag goes by!
Uncover the youngster's head;
Teach him to hold it holy and high
For the sake of its sacred dead.

Ragged Old Flag
Written by Johnny Cash

I walked through a county courthouse square,
On a park bench an old man was sitting there.
I said, "Your old courthouse is kinda run down."
He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town."
I said, "Your flagpole has leaned a little bit,
And that's a Ragged Old Flag you got hanging on it.

He said, "Have a seat", and I sat down.
"Is this the first time you've been to our little town?"
I said, "I think it is." He said, "I don't like to brag,
But we're kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag."

"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there
When Washington took it across the Delaware.
And it got powder-burned the night Francis Scott Key
Sat watching it writing _Oh Say Can You See_.
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
With Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at its seams."

"And it almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag, but she waved on through.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on that Ragged Old Flag."

"On Flanders Field in World War I
She got a big hole from a Bertha gun.
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp and low by the time it was through.
She was in Korea and Vietnam.
She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam."

"She waved from our ships upon the briny foam,
And now they've about quit waving her back here at home.
In her own good land she's been abused --
She's been burned, dishonored, denied and refused."

"And the government for which she stands
Is scandalized throughout the land.
And she's getting threadbare and wearing thin,
But she's in good shape for the shape she's in.
'Cause she's been through the fire before
And I believe she can take a whole lot more."

"So we raise her up every morning,
Take her down every night.
We don't let her touch the ground
And we fold her up right.
On second thought I DO like to brag,
'Cause I'm mighty proud of that Ragged Old Flag."


2 posted on 10/04/2001 7:03:04 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: CHIEF negotiator
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3 posted on 10/04/2001 7:03:58 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: Taxman
I left an empty post for the CHIEF.....sort of a FReepers missing man salute.
4 posted on 10/04/2001 7:05:26 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Luis,

That was a truly inspirational story. Thank you!

Pam

5 posted on 10/04/2001 7:10:23 PM PDT by TexanMom
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To: Luis Gonzalez
What's the secret to posting new articles??? I keep getting a message to POst the text of article...over and over!! AHAHHA
6 posted on 10/04/2001 7:12:12 PM PDT by Sungirl
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To: Luis Gonzalez
That is beautiful, Luis...thank you.

My goal is to read everyone of your writings.

7 posted on 10/04/2001 7:13:28 PM PDT by Rheo
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Thank you and God Bless you. You are the definition of a "True American".
8 posted on 10/04/2001 7:14:22 PM PDT by Two-Bits
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To: Two-Bits
For anyone still looking to buy a flag, try your congressman's office. I got mine from my congressman, David Dreier. It was first class, embroidered stars, made in the USA, and not very expensive.
9 posted on 10/04/2001 7:35:40 PM PDT by Aunt Polgara
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Thank you, Luis! Well-written, and I could really relate to the hunt for a flag. I too went searching...everywhere.
10 posted on 10/04/2001 7:36:29 PM PDT by tomcat2
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To: Luis Gonzalez
All I can say is: WOW! This is excellent storytelling that has brought a tear to my eye and a lump in my throat.

Stand tall, my fellow Patriot.

11 posted on 10/04/2001 7:41:25 PM PDT by Come get it
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To: Aunt Polgara
Thanks I will try tomorrow. I have a flag, but would like to have one like yours.
12 posted on 10/04/2001 7:44:03 PM PDT by Dubya
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To: Luis Gonzalez
I can't describe how this story has touched me....thank you so much.
13 posted on 10/04/2001 7:53:39 PM PDT by Giddyupgo
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To: TexanMom
Thanks Pam.
14 posted on 10/04/2001 7:55:12 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: Sungirl
Off to remedial HTML school for you!!!

Luis

15 posted on 10/04/2001 7:57:17 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: Rheo
That's some goal!

:-)

Thank you so very much for stopping by...

Luis

16 posted on 10/04/2001 7:59:50 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: Luis Gonzalez
I read this a few days ago; very nicely done.
Thanks for the moment.
17 posted on 10/04/2001 8:02:38 PM PDT by Mid-MI Student
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To: Luis Gonzalez
This is beautiful...it brought tears to my eyes. Thanks for writing it, you truly lifted my spirits.
18 posted on 10/04/2001 8:10:21 PM PDT by pgkdan
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To: Luis Gonzalez
What an inspiration and a beautiful tribute. Thank you so much for posting it, Luis.
Had to wait for the tears to stop to tell you.
19 posted on 10/04/2001 8:11:38 PM PDT by Rustybyrd
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To: Luis Gonzalez
A BUMP for this thread. Thanks Luis.

Today is the saddest day that I can remember at FR. I have always admired Chief Negotiator for so many admirable qualities. I had no idea that he had touched so many other FReepers in the same way.

I don't remember BCM (John Moran) from his postings but just knowing that he freeped amongst us, also makes 9-11-01 even more painful and personal. I think that I will buy a larger flag tomorrow and watch the flag wave as it honors these FReepers along with the multitude of others that have gone on before. Thanks for the idea.

20 posted on 10/04/2001 8:15:55 PM PDT by DeSoto
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To: Two-Bits
Jimmy has always been my definition of a "True American", since joining Free Republic, I've met many more.

Thanks for stopping by.

Luis

21 posted on 10/04/2001 8:31:02 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Outstanding. Made me think about my dad's flag. It's in a triangle shaped frame, about 1200 miles away. Just remember, though CHIEF was a soldier in the current political, economic and spiritual wars, he is always a Marine. Semper Fi
22 posted on 10/04/2001 8:34:17 PM PDT by real saxophonist
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To: tomcat2
It seems that flags are starting to show up everywhere. There are street vendors here and there selling them.

A good friend stopped by a few of them, happy that he'd finally found a flag, they all read either "Made in Korea", or "Made in China"....he's still looking.

Luis

23 posted on 10/04/2001 8:35:20 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: Aunt Polgara
Thanks Aunt Pol, wish I would have thought of that!
24 posted on 10/04/2001 8:42:04 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: Come get it
We all need to stand a little taller these days. Thanks the response.

Luis

25 posted on 10/04/2001 8:45:05 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: DeSoto
It is indeed a sad day in FR, I had the opportunity to exchange a few thoughts with CHIEF over the last couple of years, I was deeply affected by the news.

Check out Aunt Polgara's suggestion as to how to get a flag.

26 posted on 10/04/2001 8:52:24 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Oh man, Luis! I finally stop crying after reading CHIEF Negotiator's last thread, and you have to go and do this!!

It is a lovely story, and I'm glad Jimmy's flag is flying proudly again. I'm sure Jimmy is proud.

I've been looking for a flag for three weeks, too. We started to order one online on the Thurs. after the attacks, but I thought, nah, I can find one locally. NO WAY! I finally decided to go ahead and get one online this past Monday. I went to libertyflags.com and went throught the whole order procedure, but got a message at the end that they could not fill the order and I should come back in a couple of weeks to re-order. I was mildly perturbed, but decided no problem, I'll do that. To my great surprise, later that evening, I received an e-mail saying my flag would be shipped the next day! I'm so excited. I hope it comes in by Friday so we can hang it up over the weekend!

I'll be thinking about CHIEF Negotiator, BCM, and all those who died in the attacks as we put it up.

27 posted on 10/04/2001 8:54:39 PM PDT by SuziQ
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To: real saxophonist
1200 miles away? I don't think so, I think that you can feel that triangular Stars and Stripes pulsating everytime you place your hand over your heart, and begin reciting those words...

"I pledge allegiance...."

28 posted on 10/04/2001 8:56:04 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: SuziQ
Long may she wave....

Thanks for stopping by.

Luis

29 posted on 10/04/2001 8:58:32 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Dios bendice usted, Luis. And God bless the CHIEF and BKO ... I'll bet they have some things to discuss!
30 posted on 10/04/2001 9:03:02 PM PDT by MHGinTN
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Amen and God Bless!
31 posted on 10/04/2001 9:05:39 PM PDT by SSgt Mike
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Oh, yeah! It's just not in my hands. Yet. Just another thang in the process of executing my mom's will. I've got my own flags, in fact I've overheard the 'yes, we have no flags' conversations at most places I've been. Also had to admonish more than one storekeeper about proper display.
32 posted on 10/04/2001 9:06:35 PM PDT by real saxophonist
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Thank you so much for another beautiful tribute, Luis. You are an inspiration and the heart and voice of many.

There's an old, tattered flag waving in the breeze out front; under a clear, true blue dream of an American sky, Jimmy's flag is waving for the country once again; and though its edges are ragged, the colors are strong, and vibrant, just as they were when it waved, framed by a Virginia sky, and waited for a sailor to come home. Old Jimmy would have wanted it this way, Lydia told me.

I raise the colors every morning; then I do a small salute and speak to ears that I know are listening near by.

33 posted on 10/04/2001 9:12:41 PM PDT by Victoria Delsoul
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To: real saxophonist
I used to have a real nice American Flag set; pole, bracket, the whole thing.

Best that I can figure, it left some years ago, inside one of the hundred or so boxes that left with my ex-wife.

I should have replaced it long ago.

34 posted on 10/04/2001 9:13:42 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Doggone it, Luis! For the third time today, the tears are flowing!

Whew - what a moving story!

God bless Lydia and Jimmy for their giving spirit and for Jimmy's service to America.

God bless you and your family and all who have come to America to build our country and make it stronger! How much we needed you in the November election - now, as I remember first meeting you during the Elian saga - can't we see - God's hand at work - even in the horrible treatment of our beloved little Elian? By taking Elian and sending him back to Castro's hell - the Clintonistas ensured Florida's Cuban American / Latin American community would ELECT PRESIDENT BUSH!!!! bringing into office the President that our country would need at just this terrible time!

Thank you for these wonderful essays - each one improves over the last one.

(Re: flag search - another good place to look is local school supply companies - they will reserve one for people and they have made in America excellent quality flags)

35 posted on 10/04/2001 9:14:38 PM PDT by Freedom'sWorthIt
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To: Victoria Delsoul
Thanks Victoria, I love those two pictures side-by-side.

Luis

37 posted on 10/04/2001 9:16:45 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: Abdullah
Buh-bye!!!
38 posted on 10/04/2001 9:18:17 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: Victoria Delsoul
I have visited the Marine Corps Museum at the Washington Navy Yard. There on display are the first and second flags raised on Iwo Jima. There's a little citation there, signed by I think 4 of the 6 who were in the Rosenthal photo. The feeling, just looking at those flags, and knowing what they meant, in that nice quiet 2nd floor hall, can't be described.
39 posted on 10/04/2001 9:24:27 PM PDT by real saxophonist
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To: real saxophonist
That must be a wonderful experience, RS. Thanks so much for sharing it with us.
40 posted on 10/04/2001 9:38:07 PM PDT by Victoria Delsoul
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To: afraidfortherepublic; sam i am; fleebag; Republic; Jeff Head; Washington minuteman; Gonzo; fnord
FYI
41 posted on 10/04/2001 9:46:34 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: Luis Gonzalez
CHIEF Negotiator always reminded me of A Message to Garcia.
42 posted on 10/04/2001 10:01:28 PM PDT by connectthedots
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To: connectthedots
Thanks! Great link!

Bookmarked.

43 posted on 10/04/2001 10:09:15 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: MHGinTN
"God bless the CHIEF and BKO ... I'll bet they have some things to discuss!"

I bet they do my friend, I bet they do indeed.

44 posted on 10/04/2001 10:27:51 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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To: Luis Gonzalez
What a great read! Thank you for sharing Jimmy and Lydia with us. Please let me know when you write your next article. God Bless America!
45 posted on 10/04/2001 10:37:44 PM PDT by Captainpaintball
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To: Luis Gonzalez
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46 posted on 10/04/2001 11:20:42 PM PDT by bootless
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To: Luis Gonzalez
And a "missing man formation" for BCM, as well. RIP.
47 posted on 10/04/2001 11:21:24 PM PDT by bootless
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Love this story.

I already have lots of flags, but I wanted little enamel flag pins for all of my employees. I finally found a place that offered them mail order. They arrived today and I had to spend TWO HOURS taking each one out of its little bag that said MADE IN CHINA and putting it in a new bag with a patriotic slogan on it that I had to make! Grrrrrrr!

48 posted on 10/04/2001 11:47:31 PM PDT by afraidfortherepublic
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To: connectthedots
CHIEF Negotiator always reminded me of A Message to Garcia.

Thanks for the link. Luckily I have some people working for me who are capable of taking a message to Garcia. I also have plenty of the other kind. That's a good story.

49 posted on 10/04/2001 11:51:38 PM PDT by afraidfortherepublic
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To: Freedom'sWorthIt
Thank you for the wonderful response.

Luis

50 posted on 10/05/2001 5:59:38 AM PDT by Luis Gonzalez
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