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My Name Is OLD GLORY
I am the flag of the
United States of America.
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
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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. |
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I have fought in every battle of every war for more
than 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... for 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, and been 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.
