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Song playing is "Return To Innocence"
by Enya & Enigma



 

 


  I AM THE 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 ... 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 bit 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 Appomattox.
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 know me, I was there.



I led my troops, I was dirty, battle worn 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



PLEASE FORWARD MY MESSAGE TO ALL WHO STILL LOVE AND RESPECT ME,
THAT I MAY FLY PROUDLY FOR
ANOTHER TWO HUNDRED YEARS.

 

 

 

 

September 26, '01

 

 

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