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    A friend sent this to me recently. I thought I'd share it with you......

    I am the Flag

    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 then 200 years.

    I was flown at Valley Forge,
    Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appamatox.
    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, 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.
    Guinness....a meal in a can!
    IACOJ, Flatlander Division

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