I flew on thousands of naval ships in so many wars and times of peace as well. One of my stars was worn on the wings and the side of air corp and air force planes. My star was also painted on the tanks and jeeps that rolled into combat. My stars and stripes flew above forts, bunkers, landing strips and the mast of many a ship. The Marines took me to the top at Iwo Jima. The brave troops display me with pride on their shoulder. My weathered cloth snaps and pops high on the pole at Normandy, Arlington and so many other honored places on this earth. My colors are shown with pride in Afganistan, Iraq, Bosnia, Germany, Italy, England, Japan, Iceland, Guam, Canada, Turkey, Spain and the list goes on and on.
I was laid in ceremony over the hero's casket, carefully folded into a historic and traditional triangle by a somber detail and was presented to thousands and thousands of wives, mothers, dads, sons and daughters. The trumpet sounded after the 21 guns were silent. They hold on to me as the last little reminder of the lost loved ones. I sometimes sit on the mantle, china cabinet, display shelf, picture framed or carefully placed in a cedar chest or closet. I might often be out of sight but never out of mind....
I know many of my countrymen think I am outdated, lame, short on political correctness, should be considered as nothing but a flag. Just a red, white and blue cloth. To some, I am nothing but a symbol that enraged the world.
Thank God that is only a minor and small broken percentage of the good people I love. Those same good citizens love me as well. They remember and pass on the importance of my being. The stories of family and friends whom died for the causes of this great nation.
I am Old Glory........but you knew that....... Please fly me with pride even when those around you snear at you or question you... Happy Independence Day
I was laid in ceremony over the hero's casket, carefully folded into a historic and traditional triangle by a somber detail and was presented to thousands and thousands of wives, mothers, dads, sons and daughters. The trumpet sounded after the 21 guns were silent. They hold on to me as the last little reminder of the lost loved ones. I sometimes sit on the mantle, china cabinet, display shelf, picture framed or carefully placed in a cedar chest or closet. I might often be out of sight but never out of mind....
I know many of my countrymen think I am outdated, lame, short on political correctness, should be considered as nothing but a flag. Just a red, white and blue cloth. To some, I am nothing but a symbol that enraged the world.
Thank God that is only a minor and small broken percentage of the good people I love. Those same good citizens love me as well. They remember and pass on the importance of my being. The stories of family and friends whom died for the causes of this great nation.
I am Old Glory........but you knew that....... Please fly me with pride even when those around you snear at you or question you... Happy Independence Day