Vietnam vet threatened with legal action for flying Stars and Stripes outside his hom

[saviger]

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2007469/Vietnam-vet-fighting-right-fly-American-flag-outside-home.html

Who you think will win this battle?
read..discuss...

[XxSilentxFartxX]

That is ridiculous. The Flag bearer will win. Freedom of speech and expression. Since when is it illegal anywhere to fly our nation's flag. These :associations" cannot dictate somebody's right to fly our nation's pride and joy.

[saviger]

The Chaplin will win, with the law congress passed in 2005, and the Ohio law that clearly state you can fly "Old Glory" anyway you wish.
Additionaly as long as he is following Title 4 Chapter 1 (http://www.law.cornell.edu/uscode/4/usc_sup_01_4_10_1.html) of US code (The care and display of the US Flag) he is well within his rights.

[saviger]

on the subject of US Code, here is a interesting chapter:
http://www.law.cornell.edu/uscode/html/uscode10/usc_sec_10_00000311----000-.html

[River_Rat_459]

on the subject of US Code, here is a interesting chapter:
http://www.law.cornell.edu/uscode/html/uscode10/usc_sec_10_00000311----000-.html

The "Unorganized Militia"? Hmmm....interesting. Good find.

[Trained2Survive]

Here is my answer to this....

I am the flag of the United States of America
My name is Old Glory.

I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over great institutes of learning.
I stand guard with the greatest military power in the world.
Look up! And see me!

I stand for peace, honor, truth, and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident . . . I am arrogant.
I am proud.

When I am flown with my fellow banners,
my head is a little higher,
my colors a little truer.

I bow to no one.
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped.
I am saluted.
I am respected.
I am revered. I am loved.
And I am feared.

I have fought every battle of every war for more than 200 years...
Gettysburg, Shilo, Appomatox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of France,
the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome, the beaches of Normandy,
the deserts of Africa, the cane fields of the Philippines,
the rice paddies and jungles of Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Vietnam,
and a score of places long forgotten by all but those who were with me.

I was there!

I led my soldiers.
I followed them.
I watched over them...
They loved me.
I was on a small hill in Iwo Jima.
I was dirty, battle-worn and tired,
but my soldiers cheered me,
and I was proud.

I have been soiled, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries
I have helped set free.
It does not hurt . . . for I am invincible.
I have been soiled, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my country,
and when it is by those with whom I have served in battle . . . it hurts.
But I shall overcome . . . for I am strong.

I have slipped the bonds of Earth
and stand watch over the uncharted new frontiers of space
from my vantage point on the moon.

I have been a silent witness to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hour comes
when I am torn into strips to be used for bandages
for my wounded comrades on the field of battle.
when I fly at half mast to honor my soldiers...
and when I lie in the trembling arms
of a grieving mother at the graveside of her fallen son.

I am proud.
My name is Old Glory.
Dear God . . . Long may I wave!