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I AM OLD GLORY
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 ABOVE GREAT INSTITUTIONS OF LEARNING.
I STAND GUARD WITH THE GREATEST MILITARY 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 RESPECTED, I AM
REVERED, I AM LOVED AND
I AM FEARED!
I HAVE FOUGHT IN EVERY BATTLE OF EVERY WAR FOR MORE THAN 200 YEARS:
GETTYSBURG, SHILO, APPOMATTOX, SAN JUAN HILL, THE TRENCHES OF FRANCE, THE ARGONNE FOREST,
PEARL HARBOR, MIDWAY, GUAM, OKINAWA, ANZIO, ROME, THE BATTLE OF THE ATLANTIC, THE
BEACHES OF NORMANDY, JAPAN, KOREA, VIET NAM, PANAMA, IN THE PERSIAN GULF, SOMALIA, BOSNIA,
AND A SCORE OF PLACES LONG FORGOTTEN, BY ALL THOSE WHO WERE THERE WITH ME...
I WAS THERE!
WHEN EVER MY TROOPS WENT IN HARMS WAY, I WAS THERE WITH THEM.
I’VE BEEN WITH GROUND TROOPS, ON SHIPS, SUBMARINES, AIRCRAFT, AND TANKS. I LED MY SOLDIERS,
SAILORS, AIRMEN AND MARINES, AND WATCHED OVER THEM.
THEY LOVED ME.
I WAS ON A SMALL HILL IN IWO JIMA, I WAS DIRTY, BATTLE WORN AND TIRED. BUT MY SOLDIERS
CHEERED ME! I STILL STAND WATCH OVER THE ARIZONA MEMORIAL IN MEMORY OF THE MANY SAILORS
WHO DIED THERE.
AND I AM PROUD!
I HAVE BEEN SOILED, BURNED, TORN AND TRAMPLED ON THE STREETS OF COUNTRIES THAT I HAVEHELPED SET FREE.
IT DOES NOT HURT.
FOR I AM INVINCIBLE.
I HAVE BEEN SOILED, BURNED, TORN AND TRAMPLED ON THE STREETS OF MY OWN COUNTRY AND
WHEN IT IS BY THOSE WHOM I HAVE SERVED IN BATTLE WITH IT HURTS.
BUT I SHALL OVERCOME.
FOR I AM STRONG!
I HAVE SLIPPED THE BONDS OF EARTH AND FROM MY VANTAGE POINT ON THE MOON, I STAND WATCH
OVER THE UNCHARTED NEW FRONTIERS OF SPACE.
I HAVE BEEN THE SILENT WITNESS TO ALL OF AMERICA'S FINEST HOURS.
BUT MY FINEST HOUR COMES WHEN I AM TORN IN STRIPS TO BE USED AS BANDAGES FOR MY WOUNDED
COMRADES ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE, WHEN I FLY AT HALF MAST TO HONOR MY SOLDIERS, MY SAILORS,
MY AIRMEN, MY MARINES. AND WHEN I LIE IN THE TREMBLING ARMS OF A GRIEVING MOTHER, AT THE
GRAVESIDE OF HER FALLEN SON OR DAUGHTER
I AM PROUD.
MY NAME IS “OLD GLORY”
LONG MAY I WAVE,
DEAR GOD, LONG MAY I WAVE
 

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