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Old Glory
I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the worlds tallest buildings. I stand watch in Americas 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 are 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, and Rome. And the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Korea, Saigon and 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.
And when its by those whom Ive 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 Americas 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 soldiers, 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
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