American Legion Post 862-OLDE GLORY
OLDE GLORY
I AM THE Flag of the United States of America.
My Name is Olde 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, I am Proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners, my head is held 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 - I am feared!
For more than 200 years, I have fought every battle of every war; 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, the heat of the Persian Gulf, and a score of other places.
Long Forgotten by all but those who were there with me.
I WAS THERE!!
I led my airmen, Soldiers, Sailors and Marines.
I followed thee, I watched over thee, they loved me!
I was on a small hill on 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 in the streets of countries that I have helped to set free.
It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
I have been soiled, burned, torn and trampled on in the streets of my own country.
And when it is done by those whom with I have served in battle, it hurts!!
But I shall overcome, for I am strong.
I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, and from my vantage point on the moon, I stand watch over the new
Frontiers of space.
I have been silent witness to all of America's finest hours.
My finest hour comes
when I am torn into stripes to be used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the field of battle.
When I fly half-mast to honor my Airmen, Soldiers, Sailors and Marines
And when I am lying in the trembling arms of a mother at the gravesite of her fallen son or daughter.
I am PROUD!!!!
MY NAME IS OLDE GLORY.
LONG MAY I WAVE DEAR GOD, LONG MAY I WAVE!!!
SUPPORT THE AMMENDMENT TO THE CONSTITUTION TO STOP THE DESICREATION OF OLDE GLORY.
THESE COLORS NEVER RUN
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