From Chicken Soup for the Soul of America

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 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 two hundred years.

I have flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg,

Shiloh and Appomattox.

I was there at San Juan Hill,

and in the trenches of France,

in the Argonne Forest, Anzio and Rome,

and on the beaches of Normandy, Guam and Okinawa.

The people of Korea, Vietnam and Kuwait

know me as a banner of freedom.

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 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 countrymen;

When I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent

at the grave of their fallen son or daughter;

When I lie in the arms of a child or spouse who will have to go on without one who gave their life to save the life of another,

as so many did at the Pentagon and

the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001.

My name is Old Glory. Long may I wave.

Howard Schnauber

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