I remember very well the first time in my life I was ashamed of the USA.
It was the bombing of innocent Christian men, women and children from 30,000 feet in Serbia that did it for me.
We bombed radio and TV stations, railroad depots and bridges, even hospitals.
I can no longer pledge my allegiance to the evil State or they flag they fly.
My comment then was that for the first time in my life, I was not proud of what my country was doing.
On Easter Sunday, as I recall, to boot.