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The Flag (off topic)
>> I, AM 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 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 now me,
>> I was there.
>> I led my troops,
>> I was dirty, battleworn 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
>>
>> 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 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 now me,
>> I was there.
>> I led my troops,
>> I was dirty, battleworn 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
>>
