Learjet
April 10th, 2003, 17:18
I did not write this but its excellent ! ----
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 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 , Appamatox & San Juan Hill,
I was there in France* where over 50 thousand brave American soldiers who
are still buried there. They fought & died defending that country and it's
people.
I was there 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, 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 in the streets of my country. And when it's
done 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.
Learjet
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 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 , Appamatox & San Juan Hill,
I was there in France* where over 50 thousand brave American soldiers who
are still buried there. They fought & died defending that country and it's
people.
I was there 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, 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 in the streets of my country. And when it's
done 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.
Learjet