This morning we were discussing memorial day. My nephew Yuval said that we are missing the point and instead of glorifying the lost ones, we should think about how useless their sacrifice has been and how the mentality of brute force and more brute force has brought us nothing except more graves. Later I was watching the flags, waving in the glorious spring sun. I thought, how come I have such an ambivalence feelings towards the flag. Is it because I think about draped coffins when I look at it?. Are the wrinkles on it symbolic?