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I AM THE FLAG OF THE USA

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, Rome, and the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Korea, and KheSan,

Saigon, Vietnam know 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 and 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

froniters 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!