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.
God Bless the USA!!!
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