My Name is Old Glory
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 brighter.
I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshopped - I am saluted.
I am loved - I am revered.
I am respected - I am feared.
I have fought in every battle of every war for more than 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, Vietnam, in the Persian Gulf and scores of other places long forgotten by all but those who were there with me.
I was there.
I led my soldiers and airmen.
I followed them.
I 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.
I was proud.
I have been burned, torn, and trampled on in the streets of countries I have
help set free.
It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn, and trampled on the streets of
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 airman,
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 and LONG MAY I WAVE.
DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN, LONG MAY I WAVE.