I honestly never was very into the flag waving that so many americans were into. Then my best friend when to iraq. I started dating someone who had just gotten out of the army (broken up now). When I watched the news everyday hoping to see a glimpse of my friend in the background, when I read the paper hoping not to see his name, that is when it all started to sink in. I went to washington DC and saw the wall with all the names on it, saw all the landmarks, went into the capitol building, saw the room where the constitution was signed, saw the declaration of independence with my own eyes, I started to get it. Then last year we had a college football game (arkansas vs. texas, last one ever, big game) on 9/11 and we (the u of a band) did a tribute show where we played TAPS and scrolled the names of the soldiers who died from arkansas on the big screen, played amazing grace and sang the last line (and grace will lead us home) and then the soldiers who had returned home came onto the field in dress. The entire stadium was standing and cheering, all 73,000 people. Lights were flashing, F-16's flew over head, the soldiers who were standing there were crying, and I started to cry. I looked at my best friend who was crying, and at that point, I got it. I think its more than anyone can get from a text book, its so much deeper than that......
On a lighter note, if I EVER hear or have to play stars and stripes forever (known in the piccolo world as suicide) AGAIN I SOMEONE WILL GET HURT!