I Am The Flag

I Am the Flag of the United States of America My name is Old Glory I fly on top of the worlds tallest buildings. I s...

I Am the Flag of the United States of America My name is Old Glory I fly on top of the worlds tallest buildings. I stand watch on Americas Hall Of Justice. I fly majestically over the great institutions of learning. I stand guard with the greatest military power in the world. Look up, see me, see my bold colors of red, white and blue. I stand for peace, honor, truth, and justice. I stand for freedom for all people. I am confident, I am bold, I am proud. When I am flown with my fellow flags, my head is held a little higher, my colors a little truer, and a little brighter. I am recognized all over the world. I am saluted, respected, revered, loved, and when necessary, feared! I have fought in every battle our country has fought for over two hundred years. I flew proud at the Battle of Bunker Hill, Valley Forge, Gettysburg, San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, the Argonne Forest, the beaches of Normandy, Guadalcanal, Okinawa, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm, and scores of places long forgotten by all but those who were there with me. I was there! I led my Soldiers, Airmen, Sailors, and Marines into battle. I have followed them,watched over them. They loved me and what I stood for. I spurred them on to great feats of bravery, heroism, and self-sacrifice. I was on a small hill in Iwo Jima, dirty, battle worn and tired, but my marines cheered me and I flew proud. I have been soiled, burned, torn, and trampled on the streets of countries that I have helped to set free. It does not hurt. I am not a symbol of war; I am a symbol of democracy and peace. I have been a silent witness to some of Americas finest hours and greatest achievements, but my finest hours come when I am torn into strips of cloth to be used as bandages for my comrades wounded on the field of battle; when I am flown at half mast to honor those that have made the supreme sacrifice; or when I am folded and placed in the arms of a grieving parent at the graveside of a fallen son or daughter, then I am most proud! My name is Old Glory. Long may I wave. Dear God, for the sale of your world, long may I wave. I am the flag of the United States of America! Written by Raymond A. Clayton