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Old GloryI AM THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICAMy name is Old Glory. I used to fly atop the world's tallest buildings but for today. Today, I fly at half-mast in honor of those Americans who were taken today. I will continue to stand watch in America's halls of justice. I will continue to fly majestically over institutions of learning. I will continue to stand guard with the power of united strength. Look up and you will still see me. Those who attack our shores, Cannot make me fall. I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice. I stand for freedom. I am confident. 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 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 on the streets of my country by those who would tear me asunder. 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, 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 but my strength is in the American heart. LONG MAY I WAVE. DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN, LONG MAY I WAVE! |
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