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Old Glory

I am the flag of the United States of America.

I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.

I stand watch in America's Halls of Justice.

I fly majestically over great institutions of learning.

I stand guard with the greatest military power in the world.

Look up and see me!Old Glory

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 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 loved, and I am feared!

I have fought in every battle of every war for more than 200 years:

Gettysburg, Shiloh, Appomattox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, the

Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome, the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea,

Vietnam, the Persian Gulf, and a score of places long forgotten by all,

but those who were there with me...

I was there!

I led my Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Marines.

I followed them and watched over them. They loved me.

I was on a small hill in Iwo Jima. I was dirty, battle-worn, and tired.

But my Soldiers cheered me!

And I was proud!

I have been soiled, burned, torn, and trampled on the streets of countries

that I have helped set free. It does not hurt, for I am invincible.

I have also been soiled, burned, torn, and trampled on the streets of my own country and,

when it is by those whom I have served with in battle-it hurts.

But I shall overcome, for I am strong! I have slipped the bonds of Earth and,

from my vantage point on the Moon, I stand watch over the uncharted new frontiers of Space.

I have been a silent witness to all of America's finest hours.

But my finest hour comes when I am torn in strips to be used as bandages for my

wounded comrades on the field of battle-when I fly at half-mast to honor my

Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Marines, and-when I lie in the trembling arms

of a grieving mother, at the gravesite of her fallen son or daughter-I am proud.

My name is Old Glory-long may I wave.

Dear God, long may I wave.

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 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 loved, and I am feared!

I have fought in every battle of every war for more than 200 years:

Gettysburg, Shiloh, Appomattox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, the

Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome, the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea,

Vietnam, the Persian Gulf, and a score of places long forgotten by all,

but those who were there with me...

I was there!

I led my Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Marines.

I followed them and watched over them. They loved me.

I was on a small hill in Iwo Jima. I was dirty, battle-worn, and tired.

But my Soldiers cheered me!

And I was proud!

I have been soiled, burned, torn, and trampled on the streets of countries

that I have helped set free. It does not hurt, for I am invincible.

I have also been soiled, burned, torn, and trampled on the streets of my own country and,

when it is by those whom I have served with in battle-it hurts.

But I shall overcome, for I am strong! I have slipped the bonds of Earth and,

from my vantage point on the Moon, I stand watch over the uncharted new frontiers of Space.

I have been a silent witness to all of America's finest hours.

But my finest hour comes when I am torn in strips to be used as bandages for my

wounded comrades on the field of battle-when I fly at half-mast to honor my

Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Marines, and-when I lie in the trembling arms

of a grieving mother, at the gravesite of her fallen son or daughter-I am proud.

My name is Old Glory-long may I wave.

Dear God, long may I wave.