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A Tribute to our Flag. Submitted by Bob
Thompson, Retired Military Veteran, Panama City, Florida
The Flag of the
United States of America
If you're interested, Elvis is singing
"America The Beautiful" on this tribute,
so have your speakers on.
If this doesn't give you chills,
you should pack up and move on
to another country.
I Am the
Flag of the
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,
Korea and
KheSan,
Saigon,
Vietnam
know me.
I'm
presently in
the
mountains of
Afghanistan
and the hot
and dusty
deserts of
Iraq
and wherever
freedom is
needed.
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
in the
streets of
my country.
And when
it's done 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.
Please
forward my
message to
all who
still love
and respect
me that I
may fly
proudly for
another two
hundred
years.
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