Re: Wow. What a day.


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Posted by Pimp_Mage at cc714336-a.whven1.ct.home.com on September 11, 2001 at 22:17:17:

In Reply to: Wow. What a day. posted by CoachPants on September 11, 2001 at 22:08:46:

I got this email not too long ago. It seems to fit.

THE FLAG OF THE USA


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 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 than 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.





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