You know, I honestly don't know. But from my view, it's not that important. I was walking my dogs last night through the neighborhood, and out of all the flags displayed (and there were many!) only two or three were actually what I would call properly illuminated. But the way I figure it, these folks meant no disrespect. On the contrary, they were trying to show in some small way how much love and respect they have for this country. So I'd say do what you think is best, without causing any damage to Old Glory. Regards
I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the worlds tallest buildings.
I stand watch in American 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 are 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, and Rome.
And the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Korea, Saigon and Vietnam know me, I was there.
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 on the streets of my country.
And when its 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 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.
MY NAME IS OLD GLORY
LONG MAY I WAVE.
DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN
LONG MAY I WAVE