When I see a flag-draped box of wood
I remember all the brave ones who stood
guarding a lonely sentry post,
guarding what we love the most.
That’s what I remember when I see a flag-draped box of wood.
When I see a flag folded in three
I remember, American’s died for me.
Some were sailors, some Marines,
some where airmen—all go-betweens.
That’s what I remember when I see a flag folded in three.
When I see a flag of red, white, and blue
I remember patriots true—
men who wore the blue and gray,
men who never buckle or sway.
That’s what I remember when I see a flag of red, white, and blue.
When I see a flag of stars and stripes
I remember it flies at half its heights.
Honoring heroes who gave their all;
honoring heroes who answered the call.
That’s what I remember when I see a flag of stars and stripes.
When I see a flag all battered and torn
I remember, ’tis for them we mourn—
for soldiers who bled and died,
for soldiers, America’s pride.
That’s what I remember when I see a flag all battered and torn.
“When I See a Flag-Draped Box of Wood,” copyright © 2013 by Derrick G. Jeter. All rights reserved worldwide. Use by permission.
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