Purcell 3rd Annual Flag Day set to honor Veterans June 14
According to Waggoner-Trimble American Legion Post 12 leaders, attendees can expect a complimentary pancake breakfast, children's patriotic activities, and a formal flag retirement ceremony.
'This ceremony is about more than retiring flags; it's about honoring what they represent,' said Jennifer Wheeler, Adjutant of Waggoner-Trimble American Legion Post 12 and a veteran. 'We invite fellow veterans, civic leaders, and Oklahoma families to join us in showing the next generation what respect, service, and patriotism truly look like.'
The Flag Retirement Ceremony in partnership with the Keyes Family seeks to raise awareness in upholding the values of duty, honor, and respect with this year's theme: 'Honor the Flag. Teach the Next Generation. Stand with Those Who Served Under It.'
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WHENSaturday, June 14, 2025
8:00 AM – Arrival and fellowship
9:00–10:00 AM – Pancake breakfast
10:00 AM – Flag Retirement Ceremony begins
WHEREKeyes Family Farm25249 Johnson AvenuePurcell, OK
The event is open to the public.
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