THE STRENGTH OF AMERICA

IN MEMORY OF ALL THOSE WHO HAVE SUFFERED IN THE HORIABLE TERRORIST ATTACKS. FOR THE BRAVE AND HEROIC EFFORTS OF ALL THE RESCUE WORKERS , AND VOLUNTEERS WHO HAVE COME TO THE AID OF THEIR FELLOW AMERICANS. I WOULD TO SHARE THIS POWERFUL MESSAGE I RECIEVED IN AN E-MAIL TODAY. IT FILLED ME WITH EMOTIONS, ESPECIALLY PRIDE ! WE ARE A GREAT NATION, OF GREAT PEOPLE! AND IN THIS TIME OF GRIEF WE MUST COME TOGETHER TO DEFEAT THIS COWARDOUS ENEMY
GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!!!

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 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 than 200 years. I
was flown at Valley Forge, and Appomattox. I was there at San Juan Hill,
the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome, the beaches of
Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Korea and Khe San, Saigon.
Vietnam knows me, I was there. I led my troops, I was dirty, battle
worn 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 on the streets of
my country. And when it's 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. When I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of
their fallen son or daughter.
I AM PROUD!

                   MY NAME IS OLD GLORY LONG MAY I WAVE.

   DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN LONG MAY I WAVE. PLEASE FORWARD MY MESSAGE TO ALL   WHO STILL LOVE AND RESPECT ME, THAT I MAY FLY PROUDLY FOR ANOTHER TWO HUNDRED YEARS!!