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The Flag of the United States of America
Elvis is singing "America The Beautiful" on this tribute.
If this doesn't give you chills, you should pack up and move on to another
country.
I
Am the Flag of the
UNITED
STATES
of
America
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 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 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, 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 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 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 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.
Please forward my message to all who still love and respect me that I may
fly proudly for another two hundred years.
A Tribute to our Flag. Submitted by Bob Thompson, Retired
Military Veteran, Panama City, Florida
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