Two police officers sat in their patrol car, staring at a flag atop a flagpole in a neighborhood whose houses were wiped out. Stunned they took pictures then collected the flag. Now they search for the owners. True story.
THE HOME OF THE BRAVE O the flag still waves in Paradise red, white, blue and singed as serpentine colors licked with razor-sharp tongues — black and white egg yolk yellow and rip-roaring red snapping, crackling, tearing in armageddon style O an angel stood guard taking mercy upon a lone symbol Patriotism withstanding 11/13/2018 *Title from last line of The Star Spangled Banner
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