“Old Glory” 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, Shiloh, Appomattox, San Juan Hill, The trenches of France, the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome, the beaches 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 love my Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines. 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 Solders 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 in battle with – it hurts.
But I shall overcome – for I am strong! I have slipped the bonds of earth and from my vantage point 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 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 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.