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, 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.