In the old days of war, it was an honor to hold the flag, running forward despite musket balls and cannon shells, and if the guy holding the flag took a round, someone would grab it and go forward again...just the way it was.
Pride. Valor and Bravery...
A few in my family stood under the flag in Baltimore when Francis Scott Key penned the star spangled banner and I won't lie, it gives me a goosebumps when they play it at hockey games and whatnot. If you don't get that...time for a reality check...or at least a reality check of what freedom really is.
As for the "artist" that put the flag in the toilet and called it freedom of expression, I'd like to talk to you and explain a few things...some might actually call that assault, while veterans would call it justified...either way you would see the reverse of respect.
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"