It is the soldier, not the reporter,
who has given us the Freedom of the
press.
It is the soldier, not the poet,
who has given us Freedom of
speech.
It is the soldier, not the campus
organizer,
who has given us the Freedom to
demonstrate.
It is the soldier, who serves
beneath the Flag,
who salutes the Flag,
whose coffin is draped by
the Flag,
who allows the protester to burn
the Flag.
It is the soldier, not the politician,
who has given his blood,
his body, his life,
who has given us these
FREEDOMS.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
"Old Glory"
I'll wave to all of you, as you leave when
it's time for you to go. As you sail from sea
to shining sea take the colors of your
home.
Take me with you. wherever you go keep me in
your heart each night. And if you forget what
you're fighting for-remember me, in flight.
Take me out to the battleground, and there
tear me into shreds. Wrap the bleeding wound
with me, and bing the aching head. Plunge
me into coldest water to soothe the fevered
brow. Tie me across the shattered limb,
I'll support it now.
Let me dry the homesick tear, and hold
closed,the gaping chest, for here, in the
field, where hope is lost
I am at my best. And then, burn what is left
of me, for warmth into the night. So I may
bring comfort, where there is need and
courage, for the flight.
My red is deeper, for the blood you've shed.
My white is purer, for your pain. My blue
will be bluer than the deepest sea when you
come home again.
Then I'll rise to the top of the flagpole,
where my colors are always flown, and from
there,
when the war is over I'll wave, to
I walked through a county courthouse
square
On a park bench, an old man was sittin there.
I said, "Your court house is kinda run
down,
He said, "No, it will do for our little
town".
I said "your old flag pole kinda leaned a
little bit,
And that's a ragged old flag you got hanging
on it".
He said "have a seat", so I sat down,
He said, "is this your first visit to our
little town"
I said, "I think it is"
He said "I don't like to brag, but we're
kinda proud of
"That Ragged Old Flag"
"You see, we got a little hole in that flag
there,
When Washington took it across the
Delaware.
It got powder burned the night Francis Scott
Key sat watching it, writing
"Oh Say Can You See"
It got a rip in New Orleans, with Packingham
& Jackson
tugging at its seams.
It almost fell at the Alamo beside the Texas
flag,
But she waved on tho.
It got cut with a sword in Chancellorsville,
Got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee and Beauregard and
Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on
"That Ragged Old Flag"
On Flanders Field in World War I,
She took a bad hit from a Bertha Gun,
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp and low by the time that one
was through,
She was in Korea, Vietnam, She went where she
was sent
by her Uncle Sam.
The Native Americans, The Black, Yellow and
White
All shed red blood for the Stars and Stripes.
And here in her own good land,
She's been abused, burned, dishonored, denied
and refused,
And the very government for which she stands
Has been scandalized throughout out the
land. And she's getting thread bare,
and she's wearing kinda thin,
But she's in pretty good shape, for the shape
she's in.
Cause she's been through the fire before
and she can take a whole lot more.
So we raise her up every morning
And we bring her down slow every night,
We don't let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
On second thought
I do like to brag
Cause I'm mighty proud of
"That Ragged Old Flag"
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Don't grieve
for me, for now I'm free, I'm following
the path God laid for me, I took his hand
when I heard Him call, I turn my back and
left it all
I could not stay another
day To laugh, to love, to work or
play, Tasks left undone must stay that
way, I found that peace at the close of
the day,
If my parting has left a
void, then fill it with remembered
joy, A friendship shared, a laugh, a
kiss, Ah yes, those things I too will
miss,
Be not burdened with times of
sorrow, I wish you the sunshine of
tomorrow, My life's been full, I savored
it much, Good friends, good times, a loved
one's touch
Perhaps my time seems all
too brief, Don't lengthen it now with
undue grief, Lift up your heart and share
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