I remember autumn bon fires in the back garden (yard) in Brooklyn, NY. For safety, my brother made them in a big steele drum. No need for fire permits or safety and environmental laws in those days; just fun and fresh, autumn evening air.
It seems to be on a whim, but Jared pulls out a lighter. He holds a Lunar Government flag in front of him. He strikes the lighter and a bright flame blossoms from it. He holds the flame to the flag. It crumbles to black dust in his hand.