I am the flag of
the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of
justice. I fly majestically over
institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up at me and see me.
I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners,
my head is a little higher,
my colors a little truer.
I bow to no one.
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped - I am saluted.
I am loved - I am revered.
I am respected - and I am feared.
I have fought in every battle of every
war for more then 200 years.
I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg,
Shiloh and Appamatox. I was there at
San Juan Hill, the trenches of France,
in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and
the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa,
Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam ...
I led my troops, I was dirty, battleworn
and tired, but my soldiers cheered me.
And I was proud.
I have been burned, torn and trampled on
the streets of countries I have helped
set free. It does not hurt,
for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and
trampled on the streets of my country.
And when it's by those whom I've served
in battle - it hurts.
But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood
watch over the uncharted frontiers of space
from my vantage point on the moon. I have
borne silent witness to all of America's
finest hours. But my finest hours ...
... are yet to come.
When I am torn into strips and used as
bandages for my wounded comrades on the
battlefield, When I am flown at half-mast
to honor my soldier,
Or
when I lie in the trembling arms of a
grieving parent at the grave of
their fallen son or daughter, I am proud.
MY NAME IS OLD GLORY LONG MAY I WAVE.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!
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