Bon Fire

Last night, on the end of the T.C. dike, the VFW put on a spectacular bon fire. Barry and I enjoyed being a part of it. We each burned a flag in memory of my dad and his uncle who were both in WWII. There were over one thousand flags burned. After they were all ceremonially put into the fire, two huge flags were draped around the base of the 20 foot high pile of pallets and set afire. The heat from the fire caused the crowd to back up many times. It lit up the night sky as if it were day. A wall of sandbags held six military flags, one of which was the POW MIA flag that flew over the fire pit where the flags were burned. Ronnie, Judy, and the kids joined us. We all sat on a log together until the heat forced us to back up. I stood behind Barry and Tiffany stood behind me to escape the heat. The crowd consisted of mixed ages and races. Lots of children running wild, and old people stumpling around the uneven ground. Music was remenicent of war. "I gave my purple heart to a prostitute," right along side, "By and By Lord." Wind continuously wiped our hair into our faces so that we left after the 20 foot pile of pallets was reduced to approximately 10 to 15 feet.

Nathan and Kat came home later on and rode out there to see it, and over an hour later the fire was still burning brightly.