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    I AM THE FLAG OF THE U S A


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    I AM THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES 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 bit 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 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 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

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