Researching away on what looked like official military websites giving proper instruction for half-mast timings and re-hoisting, I found out I had intended to do everything wrongly. Due diligence when to 82nd Airborne personnel, who told me to my face that I was all wrong, that although I was right about slowly taking down the flags to half-mast as sunrise, the flags were NOT to go back up at Noon, but rather only at sunset. Thus, the picture above. I could include pictures of all the rest of the town flags but you get the idea.
Also, I stand corrected on another matter of flag etiquette, not that I didn’t know it, but I was concentrating on something else, that is, flags which were specifically marking the fallen on memorial day. Both the U.S. flag and the MIA-POW flag were lowered, but I didn’t bother with the other flags (not pictured, such as the N.C. State flag). My mistake, made here and at the highway-entrance-to-Andrews flag (the rest were on their own), was to permit a situation in which the U.S. flag was lower than other flags. That’s about enough to get me shot. But I’m learning!
The project now is to get new ropes and replace the present ropes. We’ll need a bucket truck for that. That will involve politics, etc. You would think that this would be a regularly attended matter of honor. But these are the days we live in.
Meanwhile, when I was re-hoisting the flag up church, I got another fly by right close to flag and cross, by the mottled juvenile Bald Eagle whom I had met up with twice earlier in the day. He perched just down the street to surveil my activities. The picture doesn’t do justice to his wing span.
ARISE! LET US BE GOING! 
Yes, Father, these are the days in which we live.