I have two American flags
Both tucked up tight in black frames
Triangular shaped to hold them folded
But still recognizably red, white, and blue
One covered my maternal grandfather’s coffin
The other my father’s
Two veterans who fought in two different wars
Both surviving to tell the few stories they chose
Each flag covered up the untold stories in the end
The ones that neither man shared
The ones that went to the grave with them
Words silently unspoken into eternity
I have two American flags I display
Telling only a part of their war stories
Lanning Lee 