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February 21, 2010


~ I AM THE FLAG... ~

 



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 atValley 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-tested and tired,

but my soldiers cheered me



And I was proud.





America has been attacked by cowardly fanatics

And many lives have been lost

But those who would destroy me cannot win



For I am the symbol of freedom,
 

Of one nation Under God Indivisible

 

With liberty and justice for all.

 








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.







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