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Heritage Flags for Modern Patriots: Connecting Generations

The first flag I ever helped raise was a frayed 48 star American flag my grandfather kept in a cedar chest. He explained that his older brother brought it home at the end of the war, folded tight in a triangle. We clipped it to a squeaky pulley, and for a moment the backyard felt like a small parade ground. The fabric was thin, the colors softened by years of sun, but the story behind it stood straight as a mast. That was my introduction to heritage flags, the living symbol