Forvour, 76, a World War II Army engineer, discovered that his flags had been returned after he stepped out onto his porch. "I saw a plastic bag on the lawn," he says. "I thought someone's trash had blown over." Instead, inside the bag, along with the banners, was a note. "I am sorry," it read, "that my friends and I took your flags a while ago. We did it as a joke, but after the fact, we all felt bad and completely regretted doing it. Once again, we are all truly sorry."
The 50 flags—one for each state—had done duty over servicemen's graves at a memorial park about an hour from Forvour's Moorestown, N.J., house, until the park's director presented them to him. "I had 'em all spaced nice and neat, like soldiers," says Forvour. That's because, as wife Glendolyn, 80, whom he met in a Long Island hospital after he was wounded in New Guinea in 1943, says, "Whatever he does, he always does extra."
When he discovered the flags had been stolen, says Forvour, a retired commercial artist, he didn't call the police. "I let it go. I had more, and I thought I'd just replace them."
Forvour assumes that the Sept. 11 attacks caused the thieves' change of heart-and he bears them no ill will. "If they came forward now," he says, "I'd give 'em flags of their own to put on their lawn. I'd be glad to give the whole neighborhood flags if I could."
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