Flag Day

Flag Day is celebrated on June 14 in the United States. The date commemorates the adoption of the flag of the United States by the Second Continental Congress on June 14, 1777. The flag was called the Flag Resolution of 1777 and was the first of many iterations of what would become the American flag we recognize today.

The following photos were taken out and about:  Dallas, Texas – Great Falls, Montana – Las Vegas, and Los Angeles and right around the corner in my little town of Canby.

 

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Old Glory

This eve of the U.S. celebration of our independence finds me with a lot on my mind. I am away from home on a road trip with my Trucker Hubby.  We have driven many miles on the highways of our great country; we have seen many of the scenic vistas that those roads have to offer.  And the one thing that always makes me pause and take the time to compose a photograph is the Old Glory flying high in the breeze above one of our national landmarks.  The shots aren’t always successful, or my portfolio would be all red, white and blue!

Yesterday I got a great shot as we stopped along highway 395 in California.  This road runs between the highest peaks  and the lowest elevations in the Continental U.S.  Driving along the Sierras we passed the highest peak, Mt. Whitney at 14,496 ft.

My 2012 Independence Day photo is of the flag flying at the visitors center in the mountain shadow of those peaks.  Mt. Whitney is behind the closest peaks from this viewpoint, so it doesn’t appear to be the largest peak.  In this shots the peak is the dome shape to the right of the two needles just off the right center of the image.

Happy 4th of July, to everyone that values the freedoms we enjoy in our country; and to our brothers and sisters in the rest of the world.  

11.11.11 *becoming a future Veteran

I, (NAME), do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God.

I spoke the above words with a raised hand when I was just 20, in a stuffy room in Detroit, Michigan.  Around me were about 30 other young people, all or mostly male. (I really can’t remember the details)  We were coming fresh out of the 1970’s, the decade that saw the end of Vietnam.  Joining the military was a stepping stone for most of us, a way to get some education, travel, specialized job training.  For me it was a ticket out of the small town I grew up in, a way to be on my own, on my own terms.  And we had no idea what the words really meant. Speaking them was awkward and uncomfortable.  It wasn’t until 9.11.2001 that I could truly understand the full impact and meaning of the line ” I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic…”  

I enlisted in the U.S. Air Force.  My choice was based on silly notions of what it would be like.  I was given a job that the recruiter “sold” me, and since he was such a good salesman and I was excited to leave, I signed on the dotted line.  My first time really away from home, and on an airplane.  6 weeks of basic training in San Antonio Texas, almost 2 years of technical school in Illinois, and I found myself stationed just 140 miles from the town that I grew up in.

As a member of the military,  we had our own community.  The towns that housed the bases were different too, and part of that community.  But “going home”  only meant that we took off our uniforms and tried to blend in with our families and friends when we went to visit.  No hoopla, no shaking hands, no “thanks for your service” on the lips of strangers.

It was peacetime, and the thought of real war was far from even our own minds back then.  The cold war was winding down, the end of that decade would see the fall of the Berlin Wall . (9 November 1989 ) The day to day training and alerts and weapons were for “just in case” and we really couldn’t think that war or armed conflict would really occur. I remember being in basic training, one of the instructors came in and told us the U.S. had gone to war.  We were sheltered and given only the news and info they wanted us to have, so we couldn’t know if this was true or not.  The fact that I still remember that detail from long ago emphasizes what an impact that sentence and the ensuing discussion had on me.

I served my 4 years as an enlistee in the United States Air Force. I was given an honorable discharge, having reached the rank of Sargent during my tenure.  I was trained as a weather equipment specialist, an electronics career that I never perused when I left the military.  The lessons I learned, both as an enlisted female in a mans world, and as a member of the military will never leave me.  When I was discharged from the Air Force, I didn’t really leave the military community.  I spent the next 8 years as the wife of a military man.  Part II of this story will continue tomorrow, on Veterans Day, 11.11.11.

The American Flag that flies over this free country of ours. This photo was taken over Timberline Lodge on Mt. Hood on a sunny Saturday afternoon.