OLD GLORY

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 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 now me, I was there.

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.

DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN LONG MAY I WAVE!


PLEASE FORWARD MY MESSAGE TO ALL WHO STILL LOVE AND RESPECT ME, THAT I MAY FLY PROUDLY FOR ANOTHER TWO HUNDRED YEARS.


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