A Tribute   Honor
The Victims of September 11, 2001
Much as been written about the innocent victims of the cowardly attack on the World Trade Center and Pentagon.� Our hearts and prayers go out to all victims and their families. Let us not forget the hundreds of courageous police, firemen and EMTs, gallantly performing their duties who were lost and let us never forget those who protect us everyday.� And pray for our servicemen everywhere now on heightened alert. God bless American.
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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,
M colors a little truer.

I bow to no one!
I am recongnized 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.

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 peace from my vantage point
on the moon. I have borne silent witness to all of
America's finest hours.

Butt my finest hours are yet to come. When I am torn
into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades
on the battle field, 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.
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