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        I Am The Flag of the United States of 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 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.



            The people of Korea,
            Vietnam
            and Kuwait
            know me as a banner of freedom.
            I was there.



            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 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 countryman,
            when I lie in the trembling arms
            of a grieving parent
            at the grave
            of their fallen son or daughter,
            or in the arms of a child or spouse
            who will have to go on
            without one who gave their life
            (in a national disaster
            to save the life of another,
            as so many did at the Pentagon
            or the World Trade Center
            on September 11, 2001)
            I am proud.



            MY NAME IS OLD GLORY,
            LONG MAY I WAVE.
            DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN, LONG MAY I WAVE
            By Howard Schnauber

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