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I'm not sure if I posted this here before or not but I think I'm about to start a fight.
Flags don't last very long in Colorado to begin with, just because of the altitude they bleach out real quick.
I keep my mouth shut because all it would do is start a fight but it annoys the hell out of me when I see people driving around with a flag mounted in the back of their pickup truck and it's shredded appears like it's been there for 2 years.
A lot of the folks around me fly flags. And they do replace them a couple of times a year but the majority of the time that those flags are up they're bleached out in the sun and they look like streamers.
I'm not doing that.
If you guys don't know I'm on a fixed income.
I can't afford to replace a quality flag three times a year. So I don't fly one.
This is the part that starts the fight.
I used to have to do security checks in the cemetery every night and had to unlock the gates every morning.
In the old Cemetery there is the tombstone that I pictured here. The guy's name was Quartermaster Sergeant Francis Cottrell 11th Michigan volunteer Calvary.
It doesn't say one way or the other whether or not he was a slave and I think if he was a probably would have mentioned that. But he was a black guy, he fought in the Civil War and during the war he contracted tuberculosis.
After the war he moved to Colorado Springs because people thought that the high altitude and dry Mountain Air I don't know if they thought it was a cure or they thought it was slow the progression of the disease. Either way it didn't, and he died here.
The buried him in the old Pioneer Cemetery at Evergreen Cemetery in Colorado Springs.
Every year on Veterans Day and Memorial Day they put Flags on all the military Graves. And then they leave them there and the wind destroys them in the sun fades them out and they look like crap and a little monster so later when the caretakers finally get around to it they go pick him up and they throw all the flags in a
dumpster.
Quartermaster Sergeant Cottrell and I got to be buds while I was working there. So when they put a flag on his grave (I didn't know it at the time but it was) my last Memorial Day working the cemetery.
I left it up there for about a week to honor him and then I took it and I brought it home so it wouldn't get ruined and thrown in the
trash.
The flag in that photograph is hanging in our spare bedroom. It's still in good shape. It's still treated with respect and hey, guess what, it's not in a landfill somewhere.
The last time I mentioned that here some I'll be generous say "members" who are actually no longer with us decided to get all pout raged because I "stole"the flag from the grave.
I kind of don't care what y'all think about it. I know why I did it I saved that flag from being desecrated.
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If you didn't like the first story you're REALLY not going to like this one.
I don't remember who mounted that flag on my gun
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in Germany. It went through two or three field problems, it got beat up. There is Graff dust on it and at some point I think it was during my last field problem I decided to retire it. It is folded up in a baggie and a metal cigar box with my wedding ring and my metals and all that crap that I am not going to put on an "I Love Me" wall.
I think when they cremate me I want somebody to stick it in my breast pocket and sprinkle me and it over the back 40.