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| I AM THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA |
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| Musical Selection: "God Bless The USA" |
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| Golden Moments Amidst America's Tragedies ... |
| The Raising Of "Old Glory"! |
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| History Repeats Itself In Pictures |
| 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 - I am feared. I have fought in every battle of every war for more than 200 years. I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appamatox. I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, and Rome. The beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Korea, KheSan, Saigon, and Vietnam knew me. I was there. I lead 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 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, or 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. ~ Author Unknown ~ PLEASE FORWARD MY MESSAGE TO ALL WHO STILL LOVE AND RESPECT ME, THAT I MAY FLY PROUDLY FOR ANOTHER TWO HUNDRED YEARS! |
| They raised "Old Glory" and I watched, with tears in my eyes and pride in my heart. From one very proud American, "THANK YOU" and "GOD BLESS ALL OF YOU". |
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