The Flag

The Flag

When you're handed the Flag that's been folded so well

Every crease, ever turn, every final detail

They've fired the guns and you're on the front row

When you're handed the flag for the Veteran that fell

I wasn't prepared for losing my Dad

He was bigger than life, above good and bad

His deep and strong voice and the laughter he shared

Everyone that he met knew how much he cared

But the Colonel's command could make you feel scared

All the rules of performance kept me keenly aware

But the fun that we had when he took off his boots

He'd be howling at the moon, digging deep in his roots

When you're handed the Flag that's been folded so well

Every crease, every turn and every final detail

And they've fired the gun, you're on the front row

They're down on one knee, looking deep in your soul

He loved the ladies and he loved to drink

Suffered no fools and always made me think

His brilliant remarks and his sarcastic grin

Made it easy to take, like his tonic & gin

He flew 40,000 hours in that great big blue sky

He said he should have paid them for all the fun in his life

Now if I ever remarry, whether good thing or bad

I guarantee he'll have to be as great as my Dad

When you're handed the Flag that's been folded so well

Every crease, every turn and every final detail

Duty, Honor, Country and three rifle shells

And you're handed the flag for the Veteran that fell

What did I never tell him? I guess, what the hell

How much I respect all the Veteran's that fell

Can you hear my heart crying for my Veteran that fell

I was handed the Flag at the Colonel's farewell