The relationship with the flag and my grandfather
Every time there’s a holiday in which we honor our nation’s flag, I think of my grandfather, Cal Carnahan. I don’t know why my mind always turns to him. Perhaps it’s because every Sunday when my family gathered around the dinner table after church, he would begin by saying, “Did I ever tell you about the time I was in the Navy?” Always the same stories, done intentionally. He was an amazing story teller. If only I could remember those stories. He joined at 17. Served for four years, four months, four days. He made it seem as if being in the Navy during World War II was ...