COLUMN: Wartime keepsake offers lessons about flag, patriotism and values

On my mantle sits a glassed case holding a flag last touched by a gloved soldier and a grieving mother.

A flag that was folded carefully and respectfully, honoring the life of a young paratrooper that was killed in action in Normandy, France June 28, 1944. That life belonged to a great uncle that died three decades before I was born—and who lived only half the years I have . . .

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