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A Tribute to our Flag. Submitted by Bob Thompson, Retired
Military Veteran, Panama City, Florida
The Flag of the United States of America
If you're interested, Elvis is singing "America The
Beautiful" on this tribute, so have your speakers on.
If this doesn't give you chills, you should pack up
and move on to another country.
I Am the Flag of the
I am the flag of the United States of
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of
I fly majestically over institutions of
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me.
I stand for peace, honor, truth and
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.
I have fought in every battle of every war
for more then 200 years. I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and
I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches
in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and the
beaches of Normandy.
Guam, Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon,
Vietnam know me.
I'm presently in the mountains of Afganistan
and the hot and dusty deserts of Iraq and wherever freedom is needed.
I led my troops, I was dirty, battleworn and
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 in the streets of my country.
And when it's done 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
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
Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a
at the grave of their fallen son or
I am proud.
Please forward my message to all who still
love and respect me that I may fly proudly for another two hundred years.
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