I remember a man who said his father was a folded flag on the mantle. Let’s remember the bill some people must pay for patriotism.  Red was the last vivid image Matt Keil remembers, the day he stopped walking, the day an Iraqi sniper shot him in the neck. Matt and his wife Tracy were determined not to let that war wound limit their lives.  They longed to have a baby, but were told that might not happen.  They tried anyway, even as Matt battled back to health.  One day their doctor showed them three tiny hearts.  Tracy was pregnant with triplets.