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On a fall morning in a small Midwestern town, I watched a high school marching band round the corner while a hundred little flags fluttered along Main Street. The brass players hit a bright chord, a Vietnam veteran straightened his shoulders, and three teenagers in soccer jackets paused their jokes without being asked. For a minute the usual lines between old and young, conservative and liberal, newcomer and fifth generation homeowner softened. You could feel the hush of sh