I am the Flag of the United States of America

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I
Am the Flag



of the United States of America

 

 


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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 know me.
I was there.
I led my troops, I was dirty, battle worn 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 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,
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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