We were at my parents' house today providing brute labor, and when Dad needed to go in search of a 3/4" hole saw, I was volunteered to go pick up the Chinese food.  The route to the restaurant took me through the middle of town, and I was struck by the lawn of the Congregational Church.  This is a lousy photo, because I'd been at the red light for a little while before I remembered that I actually had my camera with me, and by the time I dug it out and powered it up, the light had turned so it was point and snap.

Here is what I found online:

"Field of Flags is a silent, patriotic and poingnant reminder of the cost of war. Each flag represents not simply one casualty, but all the family members and friends who have been touched by that life now gone. They represent our respect for those who have served and are currently serving in the military and our hope for peace in the future, for a time when no one is called upon by our country to give the greatest sacrifice. Please continue to pray for the safety of all of our troops and for the families of the fallen heroes."