Busy photographing original copies of old airport design plans, I was suitably equipped to capture a halting sight at five hundred feet.
Was it in celebration of the approaching sixtieth anniversary of V-J Day or in mourning for the men from the Third Battalion killed during operations to take the enemy by his throat in Western al Anbar, Iraq? We may never know. When the light changed the truck sped off and carried its colors down Center Ridge Road. God Bless, Marine.