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I Am the Flag of
the
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
know me.
I'm presently in
the mountains of
Afganistan and the
hot and dusty
deserts of Iraq
and wherever
freedom is needed.
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 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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