THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES!!!
 

       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 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 led 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 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.