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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 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 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 loved, and I am feared!

    I have fought in every battle of every war for more than 200 years:
    Gettysburg, Shilo, Appomattox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Vietnam, in the Persian Gulf,
    and a score of places long forgotten by all but those who were there with me.

    I was there!

    I led my soldiers, sailors, airmen, Marines, and Coast Guardsmen.

    I followed them and 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 that 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 own country, and when it is by those whom I have served with in battle, it hurts - for I am their own.

    But I shall overcome.

    For I am strong!

    I have slipped the bonds of earth and from my vantagepoint on the moon,

    I stand watch over the uncharted new frontiers of space.

    I have been a silent witness to all of America's finest hours.
    But my finest hour comes when I am torn in strips to be used as bandages,
    For healing my wounded comrades on the field of battle;
    when I fly at half mast to honor my soldiers, my sailors,
    my airmen, my Marines, and my Coast Guardsmen;
    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" long may I wave, dear God, long may I wave!

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