All true Americans and those around the world who love freedom as
I do, are saddened by the terrorist acts. Many of you sent me material
in e-mails that you may see in some form in the following.
I thank you for your donation, I hope you enjoy what I have done with
them.
"OLD GLORY"
I am the flag of the United States of America. My name is Old Glory. I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
When I am flown with my fellow banners, I bow to no one! I have fought in every battle of every war for more than 200 years. I led my troops. I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my country. 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 When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield, 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 freedom.
I am confident. I am arrogant.
I am proud.
My head is a little higher,
My colors a little truer.
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshiped - I am saluted.
I am loved - I am revered.
I am respected - and I am feared.
I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appomattox.
I was there at San Juan Hill, in 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 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.
And when it is by those whom I've served in battle - it hurts.
But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hours are yet to come.
When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldiers,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,
I am proud.
LONG MAY I WAVE!
I said your old court house is kinda run down
He said, naw it will do for our little town
I said your old flag pole is leaned a little bit
And thats a raggad ole flag you got hangin on it
He said have a seat, and I sat down
Is this the first time you been to our little town?
I said, I think it is
He said, I don't like to brag.
But were kinda proud of that raggad ole flag
You see we got a little hole there,
When Washington took it across the Deleware
And it got powder burns the night Francis Scott Key
Sat watching it writtin, SAY CAN YOU SEE
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
With Packingham and Jackson tugging at it's seams
And it almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag, but she waved on though
She got cut with a sword at Chanchellorsville
She got cut again at Shiloe Hill
There was Robert E. Lee, Borogard, and Bragg
And the south wind blew hard on that raggad ole flag
On Flanders Feild in World War One
She got a big hole from a Birtha Gun
She turned blood red in World War Two
She hung limp and low a time or two.
She was in Korea, Viet Nam, and Desert Storm
She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam
She waves from our ships on the brinny foam
And now they've about quit waving her back here at home
In her own good land she's been abused
She's been burned, Dishonered, Denied, and refused
And the government, for which she stands
Is scandilized throughout the land
And she's gittin tread bare and she's wearin thin
But she's in good shape for the shape she's in
Cause she's been through the fire before
And I beleave she can take a whole lot more
So we raise her up every morning
We take her down ever night
We don't let her tough the ground
And we fold her up right
On second thought, I do like to brag
Cause I'm mighty proud of that RAGGED OLE FLAG
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