November 20, 20169 yr Popular Post comment_84801 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 great institutes of learning. I stand guard with the greatest military 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 truer. I bow to no one. I am recognized all over the world. I am worshiped. I am saluted. I am respected. I am revered. I am loved. And I am feared. I have fought every battle of every war for more than 200 years… Gettysburg, Shilo, Appomatox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome, the beaches of Normandy, the deserts of Africa, the cane fields of the Philippines, the rice paddies and jungles of Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Vietnam, and a score of places long forgotten by all but those who were with me. I was there! I led my soldiers. 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, and I was proud. I have been soiled, 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, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my country, and when it is by those with whom I have served in battle … it hurts. But I shall overcome … for I am strong. I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stand watch over the uncharted new frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon. I have been a silent witness to all of America’s finest hours. But my finest hour comes when I am torn into strips to be used for bandages for my wounded comrades on the field of battle. when I fly at half mast to honor my soldiers… and when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving mother at the graveside of her fallen son. I am proud. My name is Old Glory. Dear God … Long may I wave! Report
November 21, 20169 yr Author comment_84823 I like it too guys, it was shared by a buddy of mine on Facebook, great poem! Dang near brought tears to me. Report
November 22, 20169 yr comment_84917 21 hours ago, John Morris said: Dang near brought tears to me. Sounds like you have more control than I do! Report
November 22, 20169 yr Author comment_84918 1 minute ago, PostalTom said: Sounds like you have more control than I do! Just not man enough to admit I had tears Tom! Report
November 22, 20169 yr comment_84930 1 hour ago, John Morris said: Just not man enough to admit I had tears Tom! John, there's nothing un-manly about being emotional for our love of our country. I imagine there were quite a few of us who teared up over that post. And that is a company I am proud to be a part of. Enough maudlin for now. Off to work. Report
November 22, 20169 yr Author comment_84931 12 minutes ago, PostalTom said: John, there's nothing un-manly about being emotional for our love of our country. Amen to that Tom! You all will get used to my self-deprecating humor someday. Report
November 22, 20169 yr comment_84932 I've heard it hundreds of times and I still shed a tear when I hear "God Bless America". Report
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