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 bit 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,
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.
Author Unknown
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