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As we approach the 4th of July...
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,
Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam, 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. 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.
PLEASE FORWARD MY MESSAGE TO ALL WHO
STILL LOVE AND RESPECT ME, THAT I MAY FLY PROUDLY FOR
ANOTHER TWO HUNDRED YEARS.
My niece sent this beautiful write today from Florida and I want to share it with all of you. Sorry but the author is unknown. I felt that it is so beautiful that the words of freedom and what the four of July stands for would be correct in posting in any event.
James D. Fullington June 30th 2001
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