Code is everywhere. He unfurled the flag. The meaning of the red, white, and blue stayed with him. He hoisted the pole into position and switched on a light. It illuminated the standard.
The wind began to stir the flag. He used etiquette to determine the proper placement and the brightness of the light. Then, in the distance, he heard firecrackers shatter the silence. A grin slipped onto his face.
He knew that this holiday was perfect for celebration as Memorial Day carried way more weight. Today meant that America would be uplifted for her virtues. Next, he grinned again.
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