> 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 truer. > > I bow to no one! > I am recognized all over the world. > 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 now 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. >