When we bought our first house my Dad, a WWll vet, gave us a flag to hang outside near the front door. He hung the holder and we all went outside to watch him put the flag pole in the bracket. The breeze seemed to pick up just then and the flag unfurled and waved in the breeze. Sounds sappy telling it now but it felt very patriotic and good at the time. My Dad was so proud.

The flag was hung out every Sunday and every holiday. Never after dark and never in bad weather. It was the only flag in the neighborhood.

Then one evening after it'd been out all day, I went to bring it inside.

It was gone.... my flag had been stolen right from the front of my house!!!

Too this day I can't believe it. How could someone do that?