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THE
FLAG OF THE
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
I am the Flag of the
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, and
I am confident.
I am arrogant, and 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, and I am
saluted.
I am loved, and 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 know
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 in the streets of
my own country.
And when it's done 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,
or 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!!!
