OLD GLORY

[jasminespice]

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!

[rockoncheese101]

I like ur signature thinger mijigger.

[Sugargirl]

So do I.