I AM THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA 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 now me, I was there. I led my troops,
I was dirty, battle 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
|