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The Folded Flag - Part One

Story ID:3684
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Fiction
Location:New York New York USA
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This is part One of a fictional story I wrote.
I thank Frederick Wickert for his assistance
in getting some of my facts straight.
Thank you, Fred

The Folded Flag

Young Mark watched the American flag climb the flag pole. He was eight years
old and a Cub Scout. Mimicking his troop leader, Mark held his cap over his heart, as he
sang the Star Spangled Banner with the rest of his troop.

Even at his young age, Mark understood the meaning of the flag. His father
told him stories about his grandfather who flew a fighter plane in the Vietnam war. On
his fifteenth mission, he was shot down, but managed to eject seconds before the plane
crashed into the jungle. On landing, his chute tangled in the branches above, leaving his
grandfather hanging helpless above the jungle floor. North Vietnamese soldiers on patrol
captured him. A year later, he died in an enemy prison camp from malnutrition and
disease. Mark’s father wanted his young son to remember the sacrifice their family paid
for their freedom.

Mark stared up at the flag, which had reached the top of the pole, and now
fluttered in the breeze. For the first time, Mark began to understand what his father was
trying to teach him.

Mark became a scout at the age of ten. He held his cap over his heart, no longer
mimicking leader. The cap was held there because his heart was part of the flag and
the country it represented. He’d recently read the story about Francis Scott Key, a
Washington lawyer who went to Baltimore to negotiate the release of American prisoners
of war from the British. During a night on a British ship, he witnessed the bombardment
of Fort McHenry. The bombing went through the night. In the morning, a flag sewn by
Mary Pickersgill was raised above the fort. It was the signal that the fight would go on.

Key was so moved, he wrote the poem that would become “The Star Spangled
Banner”. The pride he felt for the flag high above him and the country it represented – his
country – overwhelmed him. His head bowed to hide a tear trickling down his cheek.

Years passed. Mark finished university and became a paramedic. He married and
was an expectant father on the day the planes flew into the twin towers of the World
Trade Center in lower Manhattan.

That evening, Mark and his wife watched reruns of the attacks. They saw people
leaping to their deaths and then the collapse of the towers. On the screen, people ran
through the streets covered in the deadly dust that shrouded lower Manhattan.

“Shelly?” His wife turned to him. Tears stained her cheeks. “Shelly!” he repeated.
“If I was a paramedic in Manhattan, I would have been in or near those towers. I’d be
dead now. All those men and women…” A tear rolled down his cheek. She reached out
and brushed it away. “Shelly, I’m going to join the army.”

“Mark, you can’t! What about our baby?”

“It’s because of the baby, Shell. We can’t let people attack our country and take
our freedom.” He paused and pulled Shelly into his arms. ”Freedom is what this country
is built on. It’s what our flag stands for.”

“But, Mark. What can you do for the army? You’ve never fired a gun in your

“I could be a field medic.”

“I wish you wouldn’t go, Mark, but I understand your reasons and will support

The next day, Mark stood in line at the recruiting center with other men and
women who heard the call and wanted to protect their country. Four months later he was
sent for basic training. When complete, he had a few weeks to spend with his now very
pregnant wife.

“Mark, you look great in your uniform.”

Mark held his arms out from his sides and spun in a circle. “You like?”

“Oh yes!” Shelly said with a twinkle in her eye. “You’ve lost weight. And look at
look at your arms. They really got you in shape at camp!” She reached out and hugged
him – their unborn child between them. “I’ve never been with a knight in shining armor
before.” she whispered into his ear.

“This is your lucky day!” Mark laughed and held her tight. “Come with me my
little damsel.” He led her to their room.


Mark reported to base with Shelly at his side. She wanted to be with him to say
goodbye. Mark was having second thoughts about leaving his wife and soon to be child.
As they pulled onto the base, Marked looked up and saw the “Stars and Stripes” flying
over the main entrance. His resolve dissipated. In his heart, he knew he was doing the
right thing for his country and his family – helping it and them be safe and free.

“Shell, I’ll be back as soon as my tour of duty is over.

Shelly couldn’t reply. Sunlight reflected off the tears that covered her cheeks.
She stared at her handsome husband, the man who would soon be the father of their first

“Shell?” Mark stepped toward her. “It’s going to be OK!” He held her and felt
the shaking as her sobs took control of her body. “I love you.” he whispered.

Shelly pulled back, wiped the tears from her cheeks with the palms of her
hands, and finally spoke. “Oh, Mark! I’m going to worry so much. Please be careful and
come home to me.”

“A wild team of horses couldn’t keep me from my girl.” He held both her hands
in his. “Your mom will be there during labor. You’re in good hands. Now you know who
to contact when the baby’s born?”

“Mark! How could I forget? You remind me every day. I’ll call the Chaplin on the
base. He will get word to your commander.” She smiled for the first time that day.

“I know! I’m sorry! I just want to know as soon as possible.” He looked at his
watch. “I’d better go, Shell.”

“Be careful, Mark. Email or call when you can.”

Mark gave her a final hug and kiss. “You know I will.” He turned and marched
toward the gate. When he reached it, he looked up at the flag and gave it a smart salute,
then turned to his wife and waved goodbye.

To Be continued
Michael T Smith