I nervously spied out my window. Billy Love, my neighbor's grandson, had the banned US flag draped across his shoulders. He's going to get shot.

The sight of the flag brought back memories of my family fighting in WWII to defend what it stood for. Billy's father was a Marine who was killed in Afghanistan.

Twenty-two years ago, the terrorists took down the towers in NYC. Who knew it was only a hint of what was in store for our country? They took over our country from the inside out. We were so stupid; putting up external defenses; including wars in foreign lands, only to have the president and most of Congress have five-word names. What a shame we lost the silent war.

I can now remember what woke me from my afternoon nap. I heard taps being played, along with the thump of a drum beating like a loud heartbeat.

Billy was standing in front of a sign, warning anyone who displayed the flag of the United States, would be shot on sight.

The news crews must have been alerted to his plan as they were assembled along the curb. I could hear the now-familiar sound of military vehicles closing in.

Despite all the commotion and noise in our neighborhood, I heard Billy Love clearly state part of what our first president said at his inauguration address --

"All I dare hope is that if, in executing this task my error will be palliated by the motives which mislead me, and its consequences be judged by my country with some share of the partiality in which they originated."

The sound of gunfire echoed down the block.

My tears soon reinforced the idea that this was going to be the day we started taking OUR country back.