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 institutions 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, and I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners, my head is held a little higher – my colors are a little truer.
I BOW TO NO ONE!
I am recognized all over the world.
I am saluted, I am respected, I am loved, and I am feared!
For more than 200 years, I have fought in every battle of every war;
Antietam, Gettysburg, Shiloh, Appomattox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome, the beaches of Normandy,
the jungles of Guam, Okinawa, Tarawa, Korea, Vietnam and in the heat of the Persian Gulf.
I was there.
I lead my Sailors and Marines ashore,
I watch over them and they love me.
I was on a small hill at Iwo Jima.
I was dirty, battle torn, and tired but my Sailors and Marines cheered me!
I WAS 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 for I am invincible.
I have also been soiled, burned, torn, and trampled on the streets of my own country,
And when it is done by those with whom I have served in battle, it hurts!
But I shall overcome because…
I am strong!
I have slipped the surly bounds of earth and, from my vantage point on the moon,
I stand watch over the new frontiers of space.
I have been the silent witness to all of America’s finest hours.
But my finest hour comes when I am torn into strips,
To be used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the field of battle,
When I fly half mast to honor my dead countrymen,
And when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving mother at the graveside of her fallen son or daughter.
I am proud!
My Name is “Old Glory” and long may I wave dear God – Long may I wave.
On this Veteran’s Day, Head Muscle would like to thank all Americans who have bravely donned the cloth of our nation.
Your sacrifice is remembered. God bless and Godspeed!
Head Muscle 
What a beautiful tribute to Old Glory!
I think so as well. This is often read at military retirements as a folded flag is passed down a line of ship’s crew, and into the hands of the retiree. I have seen it many times, and there is seldom a dry eye left in the room when it is over.
Long time no hear….
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Wonderful, Chuck. I wish that all those who refer to our flag as “just a piece of cloth” could be tied to a chair for two hours and made to recite those words over and over.
What a nice selection for Veteran’s Day. Thanks for being one of those who has shown their devotion to America and continue to support her.
Thanks Maine.
When you stand at a funeral for a fallen soldier and watch the honor guard fold the flag that had covered the coffin and present it to the wife or mother, it changes the way you look at that “piece of cloth.”
Most excellent Chuck!
An excellent tribute to the proud symbol of the Republic for which it stands: one nation under Our Creator which still delivers Her promise of liberty and justice for all.
Thanks TB!