I am The Flag Of The United States

From The Consigliere's™ Desk

T his poem was read on WLW radio this morning (09/20/01) and am passing it along for your information. The words are very gripping.

E very once and a while something will come across The Consigliere's™ desk that he feels he wants to share it with everyone. So each week we shall post something different that he wants us to share with everyone. I have included an email form at the bottom if you want to send this to as many people as you want.
This week we shall feature "I Am The Flag Of The United States"

"I AM THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES"

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 Appomattox.
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 know me, I was there.
I led my troops, I was dirty, battle worn 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 soldiers, 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.

Submitted by:Christi Smiles

Credits:
Amy Hofmeier

Roy Hill, Superintendent
Adams County/Ohio Valley Schools

T ype in as many addresses as you want, leave no spaces and place a comma in between each address. You can also just forward the original email if this is being read from an email.

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