Sharing the meaning of ‘Little Flags’


As adults, we tend to complicate things and ideals

May 25, 2019 — Though we live in a time where the lines that divide us seem more clearly drawn than ever, this Memorial Day I hope we can unite in solemn appreciation for the men and women throughout our nation’s history who sacrificed themselves so that we can live — and even disagree — as Americans.

As adults, we tend to complicate things and ideals. It’s days like Memorial Day that I’m reminded how a child’s pure, unbiased perspective is sometimes our best source of wisdom.

It’s been 16 years since we introduced our oldest daughter to the meaning of Memorial Day. She was seven then, but I still remember the short gusts of warm wind on my neck, the earthy smell of the fresh-cut grass, and the hushed snap of small American flags standing like sentries next to dozens of tombstones along the hillside at our local cemetery.

“How come some of them have little flags, and some don’t?” my daughter asked.

It was near sunset as we strolled among the tombstones. Though we didn’t have any family members buried there, I thought it would be a good opportunity to explain the meaning of Memorial Day to her.

“Do you know what war is?” I asked.

“When people fight,” she answered, then clarified herself; “A whole bunch of people.”

“That’s right, but do you know why they fight?”

She thought a moment, then shook her head.

“Well, they are usually trying to protect something,” I explained. “Like where they live, or their beliefs, or the right to express themselves. These little flags are for people who fought for you and me — so that we could have all those things.”

“And they died while they were fighting?” she asked and crouched in front of a small flag that had fallen over. She looked at me, and I nodded.

“A lot of them did,” I answered, watching as she stuck the little flag back into the ground. “But not all of them. Some died later, after they were done fighting for us.”

“But they still get a flag, right?”

“That’s right.”

We sat there for a moment, watching as the fabric of stars and stripes waved in the evening breeze. Hugging her knees to her chest, my daughter surveyed the hilly grass and the long shadows stretching away from the setting sun.

“There sure are a lot of little flags out there,” she said finally.

“Yes, there are.”

She was silent again, and I began to wonder if I had laid too much reality on her.

After a moment, she stood and brushed grass from the seat of her pants.

“C’mon, Dad,” she said, and reached for my hand.

“You ready to go?”

“Uh-huh,” she said. “After we fix those other flags down there. Some of them fell over. We need to make them straight.”

This Memorial Day, take time to notice the little flags.

There are many.

And they all deserve our attention...

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