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Recently I have been contemplating
why it is ingrained in me that I must be quiet and respectful and look at the
flag when the national anthem is played. It’s as natural for me as
standing for the Hallelujah Chorus during Handel’s Messiah or for the Bride
when she walks through the back door. Like a Pavlov dog, my instincts go
into action, and I do not even think about my somewhat conditioned response.
Why? It was definitely my own
father who had the most influence over me regarding the national anthem.
I am not a sports enthusiast. However, from a young age I found myself at
sports games because my older brother played every sport offered. Our family faithfully attended those games, which
normally started with the national anthem. I found a way to enjoy the otherwise
agonizing experience of being held prisoner to my brother’s sporting events by
gravitating to my friends who were there under duress as well. We made up games of our own; we would laugh
and talk throughout the q…
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