I moved to Glen Cove, New York, four years ago and have come to love this town. Last night my heart was broken into a zillion pieces. On Sept. 11, at 10 a.m. I decided to unravel my father's burial American flag and put it out across my three windows on Forest Avenue. I had never taken it out before because I planned to pass it on to my children. But, my father died in 1984 and it was the only flag I owned so I didn't think after that tragic event happened that he would care; he would, in fact, have done it himself. Today is Oct. 6, 2001. I woke up to find that someone came in the middle of the night and stole my flag. They did it quickly and even left material hanging from the nails. I cannot tell you how saddened and hurt I feel right now. I called the PD and they didn't even ask me my name; they asked me my address and said if one turns up we will bring it to you. I cried and cried and cried. I lost my father's American flag that they played Taps to at his funeral and I lost my heart. I cannot afford to just go out and buy another flag and my heart was hanging with that flag as much as anyone could imagine. My Uncle fought at Pearl Harbor. I just want you all to know that Glen Cove has a thief and a heartless one at that!