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I found this while helping my son with a school project. You may have read it before, but if not... it is pretty cool!



Old Glory

Author Unknown


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 great institutions of learning.


I stand guard with the greatest military 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 loved, and I am feared!


I have fought in every battle of every war for more than 200 years: Gettysburg, Shilo, Appomattox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Vietnam, in the Persian Gulf, and a score of places long forgotten by all but those who were there with me.


I was there!


I led my soldiers, sailors, airmen, Marines, and Coast Guardsmen.


I followed them and watched over them. They loved me.


I was on a small hill in Iwo Jima.


I was dirty, battle-worn and tired.


But my soldiers cheered me!


And I was proud!


I have been soiled, burned, torn, and trampled on the streets of countries that I have helped set free.


It does not hurt - for I am invincible.


I have been soiled, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my own country, and when it is by those whom I have served with in battle, it hurts - for I am their own.


But I shall overcome.


For I am strong!


I have slipped the bonds of earth and from my vantagepoint on the moon,


I stand watch over the uncharted new frontiers of space.


I have been a silent witness to all of America's finest hours. But my finest hour comes when I am torn in strips to be used as bandages For healing my wounded comrades on the field of battle; when I fly at half mast to honor my soldiers, my sailors, my airmen, my Marines, and my Coast Guardsmen; and when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving mother, at the graveside of her fallen son or daughter.


I am proud.


My name is "Old Glory" long may I wave, dear God, long may I wave!

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