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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 at me 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 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 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 and KheSan,
Saigon, 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 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 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 

Original Poem by: Harold Schnauber

Iwo Jima Photographer: Joe Rosenthal


PLEASE FORWARD MY MESSAGE TO ALL WHO 
STILL LOVE AND RESPECT ME, 
THAT I MAY FLY PROUDLY FOR
ANOTHER TWO HUNDRED YEARS.

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