Get it Right: This is Not Politics or Optics

As a child I lived on base. We stopped and turned in the direction of the flag every night at dusk, whether it was in view or not. We stood silently as Taps played. We honored the flag, all it represents, and all who serve.
That said, I don’t understand what all the fuss is about.

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